As I passed the Post Office early this morning, I noticed three Federal employees standing out by the flag pole. The American flag at the top of the pole whipped back and forth in the wind, against the promise of a beautiful, new day.
Then I noticed something. Something that gave way to sadness.
One of the employees had, crumpled up in his arms, a flag. It looked to be an older one, but I couldn’t be sure. Regardless, Old Glory was in a heap, parts of her spilling over his forearm as he shifted his weight from one leg to the next. The three men stood there for a bit, smiling and carrying on conversation.
Then the light ahead of me turned green. As I accelerated slowly toward work, I carried a bit of that sadness with me.
the toenail 
Posted by Chrissy on March 6, 2012 at 1:01 am
You are an awesome writer, among other things. I’ve read back a few months and have just dried up a lot of tears. I enjoyed our conversation at Niki’s the other night and hope to get to know you better during the next few weeks that I’m here.
I’ll be reading!
🙂 Chrissy
Posted by songbird3 on March 7, 2012 at 11:04 am
Thank you for your kind encouragement, Chrissy. Enjoyed the conversation as well and look forward to seeing y’all again. 🙂