Timing

The party on Saturday seemed a reasonable opportunity to take down the American flag that’s been flying in front of the house since September. In its place went a festive wintery sort of flag. Decor.

Why?

I think I’ve made my statement. We are either no longer at war, or else we’re between campaigns. The need to show solidarity is — well, still present, but back to normal levels.

I’m not a fly-the-flag-all-the-time sort of guy. Not yet. And now seemed as good a time as any to take it down, fold it up in the official little triangle, and retire it for the nonce.

Hopefully (as in, “I hope there’s no need for it”) for a long time.