I was sitting on the deck this afternoon looking out to the hills. About 200 feet from the deck and down about 50 feet in altitude stands a 50-foot pole with a 6-foot-by-10-foot U.S. flag. We just renewed it; they last about three years here.
At 75, I have been lucky to have grown up in the best era of U.S. history, in my opinion. Life has been good. But now I’m worried. People who put out the effort and succeed are being overcome by those who are “underserved” (whatever that means), discriminated against (they claim), and demanding “freebies”/rights they do not deserve—a free ride for doing nothing to help themselves.
