You might have heard that the USA elected a new president. I can’t think of a single original thing to say about it, but I wanted to express my gratitude to have lived into an era where a man or woman of color could be elected. Obama was not my choice (I’m one of those fringe voters), but he is my president, and I hope and pray for wisdom, strength of character and purpose, and a hefty dose of luck for him.
The election filled me with pride, so much so that I did something I’ve wanted to for a while, but didn’t have courage. I drove into my local gas station, demanded to see the owner, who was actually there, and pointed to his ratty, tattered American flag. I asked him if he had enough money to buy a new one, because I’d be happy to provide him with one. When saucer eyes realized I wasn’t about to knife him, he said he’d take care of it. He backed up a step when I asked if he knew that he was supposed to lower it in the evening and hoist it up in the morning, and he shook his head no and then yes.
I’ll be watching, Al. You have a week.