Walk through the neighborhood with my son (12), his first year is almost over. We pass one house to the other where students have something to celebrate, at the end of the flag sticks their backpacks dang up festively next to the red -white blue. With such a house my son holds his pass. “What happens when you drop?” he says. “Is the flag going half -rack?”
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