I didn’t get the yard sign gene.
As much as I admire freedom of speech and little canvases for typography, I get heebie-jeebies around planting political signs. It’s not that I don’t trust a particular strain of opposition. Okay, it’s totally that.
I’ve a similar aversion to bumperstickers, but that’s more a visual noise thing with a dash of trust issues.
I felt compelled to assert guarded optimism and decided to put up a flag. The pole at the house had been sitting empty since we moved in and it was time to rectify the situation. I went to the flag store (yes, we have one!) with embroidered stars and different colored fabric for the stripes in lieu of the screen printed variety. They had some even fancier ones but I felt like this was a good balance.
For a brief moment I thought about making a ritual of honoring the U.S. Flag Code to the T… Flying it sunrise to sunset, only in nice weather.
That might not be where I’m at, but I did “raise it briskly” as the code suggests.