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July Deco

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Dear neighbors; Don't shoot me, I'm not a commie, I just lost all my flag decorations and forgot to buy more. Luckily, I remember what Country I'm in when I wake up every day, so I've got that going for me. I used to have my cool wooden door flag, but I'm not sure I packed it 2 years ago in the absolute flurry of activity moving from Northern Utah to here. 
2 J4's ago, I was in a hospital in Grand Junction while my mom had her brain tumor removed. I watched fireworks from the motel on the day of surgery (3rd) and from mom's 9th floor recovery room in GJ on the 4th.
1 year ago, my mother was on her way to completing her Earthly journey, and the very last thing I was thinking of was tacking up trinkets to appease judgy people. Again, I'm "blessed" that I can still instantly recall what Country I am in at any given moment, except for the day after I get to England or home from England. 
And Denver airport. 
Something's going on there, man...I wasn't sure at any point if I was even on Earth.
BuT wUt AbOuT cRiThHmAs!
I didn't put up anything this year and one string of lights I found the first year I was here. 
Still managed to know what time of year it was.
Solstice.
The sun is a good gauge of that stuff.
Above all, I still consider myself a good person. 
I have a Union Jack I could fly, but, yeeeaaahhhhh....
Know what? I'll put my dad's flag from his funeral in the window.
3 tours in (and around) Vietnam. 
He even got in the choppah.
If that's not good enough, blow me.

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