[O]NCE UPON A TIME, when people filled a page with my words and a Brobdingnagian picture of my face, I pretended to be an American flag.
If memory serves, the column came about because someone told a veteran to take his flag down from an apartment balcony.
The person had a change of heart pretty fast, to his or her credit, but I had already been made mad and I needed a column idea.
The Wednesday after the flag fracas, I yielded my space on the opinion page to Old Glory.
I couldn’t find the column online, and didn’t want to repost it here without a link to the paper, but the point was the flag has “seen” the best and worst of America.
The United States has gone through a lot of growth in the 244 years it’s taken to put 50 stars on The Star-Spangled Banner, and the country has had its share of growing pains.
It’s not perfect. It has its share of warts, and it’s done its share of wrongs.
I wish some things were different. I wish some things about America were better, but I love it.
I’m proud of my country.
I count it a blessing to have been born here, and to live in what I believe is the greatest country in the world.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “country.”