We have a flagpole in our back yard, and until I lowered it to half-staff after the Boulder, King Soopers' shootings, I couldn't see the flag from my kitchen window—it was too high. Up close, Old Glory is now more majestic and personal. It motivates me to write about the fire in my belly—the American flag. To me, our American flag has always been a symbol of class, high … [Read more...]
Maxed out frustration
This morning I went to Walgreens to get a flu shot. Easy. I waited five minutes, and Mathew gave me a shot in my left arm. I owed nothing; Medicare came to the rescue. He then said, “Your file flagged for never having a pneumonia vaccine. He explained people over sixty-five are recommended to have the high powered dose. He continued by saying I would then get a booster in … [Read more...]
STOP the hate
Well...here we are again; another shooting seemingly prompted by the lack of control over political emotions. I am sick and tired of our immaturity. Let's all grow up and stop our personal rage. Change begins with each of us: YOU and ME. I don't want a civil war. I don't want brothers fighting brothers; neighbors killing neighbors; families estranged. Starting today, I am … [Read more...]
Twenty-four hours of American praise
Twenty-four hours of American praise It is no secret; I love our great USA. I come by it naturally because my dad, Lee Goble, was a WWII veteran. He taught us to honor our flag, the Star Spangled Banner, and the Pledge of Allegiance. The Fourth of July was always a celebration with no question as to why it was a national holiday. He purchased the flag pole that is placed on … [Read more...]