Woke up to rain. Could it be the angels crying that my Mother told me about when I was a child? Is it the newest ones? The ones from the Iraq war? Don's flag will stay tucked away, safe and dry until next year, when we will once again fly it in honor of the dead.
The horses are in the barn, munching hay and I think it is time for us to go to breakfast at Waffle House, a fine old American tradition. Hope wherever you are the sun is shining and the angels over you have no reason to cry.