My town in California does the 4th of July right – especially this year, after last year’s celebrations were Covid-cancelled. We had skydivers and fireworks, marching bands and floats, and flags everywhere. As I watched the parade, waving my own stars and stripes without a hint of irony, my wife reminded me it wasn’t long ago that I’d written the following letter to our local newspaper:
The other day at the park I was disappointed to look at the flagpole and see that Old Glory was hard to make out – the colors had faded in our town’s incredible sunlight. I hope the park can rectify this sad situation by either substituting a new Stars and Stripes, or – given the importance our community places on keeping up appearances– simply raising another country’s flag that won’t fade as much.
The next week, another letter writer gave me my just