This weird feeling

Red, white, and blue... and pride.

I fly the flag on Election Day--or all week if I feel like it. 

Not on the Fourth of July. I don't really like bombs bursting in air, especially if the US is dropping bombs on some country somewhere.

I glanced at my flag as I walked out of the house this afternoon and felt this weird feeling. Pride? 

Yes, I realized with amazement.  I feel proud to be an American.

For all our flaws, still we defeated fascism.

Now all we have to do is tackle COVID-19. 

And racism. Oh, and the environment. And...

May take a few years.