Growing Up in America: Camp & the Flag

at one camp at the end of each day we`d all stand at respectful attention as a bugle played while the American Flag was lowered from the camp flagpole and was then carefully& reverentially folded into a triangular shape...I was always so deeply moved that my tears would freely flow from the beginning to end of this ritual...and it felt great too!

I`m sitting on the ground in the stripped shirt