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I grew up on a cul-de-sac the place three pals flew flags day after day, no longer just on holidays. On summer season evenings we performed kickball until eventually the porch lighting came on and the flags went nonetheless. Nobody requested us what the flag supposed. It turned into there, just like the mail truck or the tuition crossing preserve. Familiar. Assumed. Then I bought older, traveled, met americans whose families had a totally different knowledge of America, and