Jay Allen Sanford 9 p.m., Oct. 22
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Flags & the Pledge
Two flags, 13 stars each, frame an impressive banner tied to the mini blinds in the jury room. Is that a Confederate flag or a Rebel flag? Or one of those Don't tread on Me flags that pop up? Which one was the North and which the South?
A US flag, I'm assuming with 52 stars, hanging from a pole to the left, a golden eagle perched atop. In the jury lounge they don't make us pledge. Can't remember if they do in the courtroom.
There are still 52 stars right? Alaska and Hawaii the last two?
I'm not a government employee or in the military. I don't attend church, don't have kids, am not a teacher.
But I have attended meetings where we still salute the flag, some where we sing the national anthem. Did I mention I don't attend sporting events either.
I'm just an ordinary girl in her 60s. Nobody special really, But boy oh boy, those pledges and those high notes and lyrics fade over the years, it's still in there somewhere- along with the wads of crumpled white bread and the wildflower kite fields across from the fancy supermarket. along with the pony rides and the fishing from stocked artificial lakes, Sheriff John and Engineer Bill, and my personal favorite- Shirley Temple.
I'm not a patriot, nor a traitor. I consider myself a citizen of the world. I, or rather, we have the freedom to make a statement about this sort of thing even if it makes our neighbors mad or sounds like the ramblings of an idiot.