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The flag outside my house snaps in the high plains wind like a sail eager for open water. Some mornings I catch it glowing with that first slant of sun, the red…

Walk into a top university in the present day and your eyes test greater than posters approximately promenade and geometry proofs. You may possibly see a Pride …

On a rainy Monday a few years ago, a middle school principal I know asked his custodian to move a cluster of flags from the main hallway to a smaller side corri…

I have crossed the country enough times to know that the flag shows up where you least expect it. It rides behind a rusted motorcycle somewhere outside Moab, sn…

A few summers ago, a parks director in a midwestern town told me about a Fourth of July email chain that spiraled. A volunteer asked if the community center cou…

A middle school principal once told me that the hardest decision she made had nothing to do with test scores or hiring. It was a flag. The school had always dis…

The bell had barely stopped ringing when the first flag came out of a backpack, a small nylon triangle on a plastic dowel. A handful of kids cheered, a handful …

A few springs ago, a high school principal I know faced a storm over a 3-by-5 American flag draped on the back of a student’s pickup. After a minor confrontatio…