I fly different flags on my front porch.  I have a big blue marble flag, an Oregon state flag, a Choctaw Nation flag, a Peace on Earth flag for the holidays, a PACE flag I bought in Lucca. Today, I put out the Stars and Stripes for Memorial Day.  Whenever I put it out, I always tear up a little and think of my daddy for some reason I can’t explain, all the while hoping no one mistakes my political views.  I love this country, but I don’t think I am better than people from other countries or that my country or my language is better than theirs.  I just think I’m incredibly, incredibly lucky.  And I will never, ever take this for granted.