The Big Eddy, in west Spokane
The Stars and Gripes
It is a few minutes before 5 a.m. as I write. If he were still alive, it would be in this mist of first light that my father would be putting his flag out to mark Independence Day. It was more than a habit. It was a line of memory, a connection to his uncles who served in Europe during the Second World Wa…
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