July 4th & Flag Hair
Quiet past couple days. My brother was up and we spent yesterday digging through the hard clay-rock soil for some more landscaping. Today Leigh and I drove to Lowe’s to find some landscape blocks. Headed over to Tops to pick up July 4 picnic supplies. I’m always surprised at how many overweight people frequent Tops.
Some of them are so heavy they don’t walk anymore. They waddle into the store and plop themselves on an electric cart and stock up on meat, junk food and ice cream.
While we stood in line to pay for our stuff I noticed a really big young woman. She stood about 5′11″ and while there might have been some fat, this lady was mostly muscle. Her mate stood beside her talking on a cell phone. He was her height and his large biceps and forearms were covered with tattoos. Something else seemed odd about him and finally I realized that he had dyed his hair. These people were in their late 30s, I’d guess. I glanced at the hair again.
It was red, white and blue.
Wow! This guy’s hair cannot be desecrated! It cannot be burned or mutilated. This guy’s mop should be on a flag pole!
Okay, okay. I know the arguments. This is a free country and we’re guaranteed freedom of speech and we can desecrate or burn anything we want to in an effort to communicate our ideas.
I looked again at this 200-pound package of tattooed muscle.
No. No halfway sane protester will ever touch this patriot’s red, white and blue hair.
I wanted to stand beside him and sing the national anthem but I’ve never been able to hit the high notes on the song. I just quietly saluted and left, realizing that some people will do anything for their country.