Flags

Yesterday at my daughter's soccer practice I snapped these photos of flags flying at half mast. Something about the fact that someone, somewhere had made the effort to fly the flags at a park at half mast made me proud. Say what you want about America and our sense of entitlement and lavish living. Complain about our government, the state of our culture, our limping economy etc. But, when it comes down to it, I love this country.

And in moments like last night when I spotted these flags flying at half mast at a random park in tribute to those who were killed or wounded in Monday's Boston tragedy, I love it all the more. I choose to believe it's still a great place.