Originally posted to FB on February 7, 2014. This post pushed me over the top to do more and start really sharing my written word with the rest of the world.
Wednesday I left the Ranch early as to be at the Elks for Past Exalted Rulers night. It was still light outside as we slowly traveled south on 15, something told me not to take the Harley that day so I was in the truck. I saw a flag all rolled up with an eagle on the staff, the kind used on motorcycles. That quick instant; I didn't stop, as I rolled on I thought I could back up still. Opportunity lost, it was a great night at the Elks.
Yesterday it was wet so in the truck again, regular hours. Traffic was slow so I kept an eye out for the rolled up orphan as we slowly migrated south in the rain. The center divider was wide with plenty of room to pull over I remembered from the day before. When out of the shine from the car in front of me was an object that looked about right; there are many objects along the road if one pays attention to the details.
Over the years I have rescued many flags from along the side of the road and given them a new life flying from the back of my Harley. A life of pride blowing in the breeze after being pulled from the waste and discards that accumulates on the fringe. Sure they get a little dirty and a trip through the wash help, over time they will get properly retired to that place that old tattered flags go. If someone tries to tell me about my tattered flag I respond with my story of where I rescued it from and gave it a loving place and have shown it the world beyond the gutter.
This time I was stopping, there she was, still there on the shoulder just as she was the day before. I even used the blinker and pulled out of traffic. A quick drill and another beautiful flag rescued to fly again. She's not a cheap flag like the ones flown on cars from a plastic staff when the local team wins a game. She's embroidered and sewn, a classy lady. Somebody lost her, she will fly again with pride; a rescued flag, emblem of Freedom and symbol of unity.
Wednesday I left the Ranch early as to be at the Elks for Past Exalted Rulers night. It was still light outside as we slowly traveled south on 15, something told me not to take the Harley that day so I was in the truck. I saw a flag all rolled up with an eagle on the staff, the kind used on motorcycles. That quick instant; I didn't stop, as I rolled on I thought I could back up still. Opportunity lost, it was a great night at the Elks.
Yesterday it was wet so in the truck again, regular hours. Traffic was slow so I kept an eye out for the rolled up orphan as we slowly migrated south in the rain. The center divider was wide with plenty of room to pull over I remembered from the day before. When out of the shine from the car in front of me was an object that looked about right; there are many objects along the road if one pays attention to the details.
Over the years I have rescued many flags from along the side of the road and given them a new life flying from the back of my Harley. A life of pride blowing in the breeze after being pulled from the waste and discards that accumulates on the fringe. Sure they get a little dirty and a trip through the wash help, over time they will get properly retired to that place that old tattered flags go. If someone tries to tell me about my tattered flag I respond with my story of where I rescued it from and gave it a loving place and have shown it the world beyond the gutter.
This time I was stopping, there she was, still there on the shoulder just as she was the day before. I even used the blinker and pulled out of traffic. A quick drill and another beautiful flag rescued to fly again. She's not a cheap flag like the ones flown on cars from a plastic staff when the local team wins a game. She's embroidered and sewn, a classy lady. Somebody lost her, she will fly again with pride; a rescued flag, emblem of Freedom and symbol of unity.
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