A WARNING FLAG
Monday, the Fourth of July, 9:00 AM. 64 degrees F at the ferry dock, 61 on the back porch. Wind variable and calm, with light gusts. The sky has clouded over and is partly to mostly cloudy. The humidity is 80% and the barometer falling rapidly, now at 29.86", predicting thunderstorms for Thursday. It looks like we will get through the 4th without rain, and the temps will be moderately warm.
Friends Andy and Judy are coming to dinner tonight and we will watch the fireworks, probably Madeline Island's, from the back porch. They will begin when it gets dark, around 10 PM at our latitude. I have no desire to sit on a blanket in the park to watch Bayfield's display.
I love flags, especially the stars and stripes. I have taken a lot of photos of Old Glory over the years. Here are a few of them to celebrate the Holiday with, and from which to draw courage during these uncertain times.
The nation seems to be at a turning point of some kind, ready to sweep away the ancien regime but uncertain as what to replace it with. Not as drastic as the French Revolution perhaps, as I don't see the guillotine being trundled to our Bastille (yet). Hopefully, the heads that roll will be only figurative, although there are dark times when I wish for the literal.
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