We fought and won two wars so we wouldn’t have to care one bit which prince or duke married who or speculating about the name of the baby who will be eighty-second in line to the throne. If a town crier walked into a Virginia pub in 1785 and started to read from a parchment that speculated as to what advice an English prince told his nephew about whom he was going to marry, that crier would have been rightfully tarred and feathered.
On the way to school today I saw flags lined up and remarked that I needed to put the flag out when I got home. I had taken it down a few days before when some large storms were rolling in and forgot to put it back up. You asked me why I was worried about it, and I said that today was September 11th. When you asked why that meant the flag needed to be out, I told you that today was the anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Suddenly you remembered what your principal said about it, and that was why you were going to be singing American songs this week. For the first time in my life, I stopped talking and stayed generally silent about an American history topic.
