This is really heartening; really

Leaving out of North Platte Nebraska this morning, headed north on US Highway 83, I saw flags.  Not every step of the way, but often.  American Flags.  Some with ranch names below them; some just in fields.  Just American flags.  Not political ones with them; not touting some this or that, not Army, Navy etc.  Just .... American ... Flags; the Stars and Stripes.

I started to turn around when I saw the first one.  Just inside a fence on a good tall flagpole.  But, to my regret, it did not.  After the second ... I just waited and kept on.  I did lose count, but it was under a dozen.  The one in the picture was not the last; just somewhere on US 83 in Nebraska.

Could be partly because at least part of that highway is dedicated to Veterans of Foreign Wars.  Or it could be that these folk, like so many of us, are still just plain proud to be an American.  Yes, I flew our Nation's flag at the old store most days (when I didn't think our Texas Panhandle Winds would head it for parts unknown.)  I still do at the new place, but too many days I forget.  That is really bad on my part.  What it stands for; those who gave all so we could continue to fly it ... over the land of the free.  I will do better, promise!  That flag speaks louder than all the "noise" we are bombarded with from all sides today.  Perhaps we need to remind all of them, that is is still "one Nation, under God ....".

It is a great feeling to put it up, perhaps say the Pledge, and furl it in the evening.   Nothing more to say, is there.  Thanks for reading.

Cecil