I was sewing in the den and watching the Today Show.(I know) When they reported that the Pentagon had been hit, with tears in my eyes, I went to the front closet and got out my flag. I knew we were at war and that things would never be the same again. My flag has been flying outside ever since.
Me too! I went to the hardware store on the 12th so I could hang my old flag on the side of my house. They were sold out of flagpoles, but had nice wood broomsticks. The broomstick and flag have held up well for 6 years.
I did the same thing once I got home.
Interestingly I passed the word at work that we would hold a silent prayer at the flagpole outside the plant at noon sharp.
Out of 200 people, 5 stood beside me.
Probably my worst memory of that day....
Keep her flyin'!!!