The German's American Flag

I resist everything that turns me old, except experience. Experience I welcome, old and new.

In my life all kinds of stuff swirls around, good and bad, benign and evil, happy and sad, until it all becomes all kinds of stuff. Consequently, I live in a paroxysm of failed democracies. 

My next door neighbor's a German with a green card. He's bought a big American flag and has hung it outside, above his doorway, in the duplex we share. The flag's been there at least a year. At night it makes groaning noises, especially when the wind blows. 

I don't know what to make of it, it's so strange, a German flaunting a big American flag? I seem to remember some sort of protocol, stipulating that an American flag be taken in nightly and folded in such and such a way.

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