Sometimes when I look up from work, I notice things in my own neighborhood that I never saw before.
At the neighborhood school, practically next door to me, the American flag hangs from the pole in tatters. The wind has torn it into several flapping pieces. The school never lowers the flag, leaves it out night and day, in all sorts of weather.
When I went to elementary school, the flag was lowered at the end of each school day, folded correctly according to flag etiquette (usually by Boy Scouts), and stored in a special locker until it was run up the pole the next day–unless there was foul weather.
Am I surprised that a public school today would show such flagrant disrespect to America’s flag?
Absolutely not one freakin’ bit!