Just walking through Provincetown this glorious afternoon, I came across a small house festooned with flags. The pic here is just of a flower box on the picket fence. As I was leaving, a woman came home and thanked me for photographing her house. We talked briefly. Her son has been in Iraq, and is now stateside training more soldiers for their tour of duty before returning himself. He was home last July Fourth; and his mom told me that yesterday as the ferry came in, she momentarily hoped he might be on it. He wasn’t.
Here’s to all like him, serving us right now, enabling the freedom we celebrate, the flags we fly.
The Dish 