Once again I witnessed something very special happening in our little town. A few days ago, having been chosen the “designated family member”, I arrived at the grade school a few minutes before 3:00 to retrieve Ariana. As we were going past houses on the street adjacent to the school I noticed Mrs. Like's car parked backwards in her driveway. Not only that, but she was sitting in the car and as each vehicle - or walking child - passed, Mrs. Like waved and smiled. How neat! It made me feel good, because she was - on purpose - acknowledging every soul who passed her way that afternoon. So, next time you pick your child up after school, remember to return the wave. Thank you, Mrs. Like, for caring!

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Probably unlike most of you, I am beginning to think I must have slept through the entire month of February. It is gone! I know it's a short month, but not as short as it seemed to me. Suddenly the year is on the verge of pronouncing Spring. And thus, now it is time to go outside and hug a tree - honest! According to research, right now is the time that the sap rises in trees and if you embrace your elm, your maple, your willow, your whatever you will actually feel the sap moving up the trunk. Okay, so I want to put this research to the test but I am afraid to, lest someone see me embracing my locust out in the backyard. And if Shiloh (The Wonder Dog) should choose that same moment to climb the tree - well, it would only clinch my neighbor's idea that they are living next door to a loony local. Wonder if sap rises after dark?

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I wasn't going to mention it, since I have been dragging out my soapbox a lot lately - but I just can't let this one pass. When did we stop saluting our American flag? Hopefully I missed the ones who did, but every US Olympian I saw who won a gold medal stood on the podium, our national anthem playing, our flag unfurling, with hands by their side. Yes, they had a glimmer of a tear in their eye, but was that because their flag - my flag - was before them or because they were happy or exhausted? My vocal response was, “Come on, kids. Show some respect.” All we have to do is witness a veteran when he sees his flag - my flag - passing. There is instant acknowledgement of all those who fought and died for that piece of red, white, and blue material - acknowledgement and pride shown by the right hand being raised and placed over their beating heart. It is natural, it is a sign of honor and respect. And somewhere along this winding road we have stopped teaching, or learning, or remembering that which every veteran and most older people innately knows - saluting this symbol of our country is what sets us apart from other nations and it shows other nations that we are proud to claim the title of being an American. So, if you have forgotten this courtesy, or if you have laughed at the same, or if you have just become complacent and don't think it is necessary in this enlightened age, I challenge you to remember and I challenge you to learn, or teach, the importance of standing and saluting our flag. Believe me, with that one small gesture you will suddenly stand taller and prouder, and a perhaps unfamiliar surge of patriotism will course through your body and embed itself in your heart. That is what happens to me every time I see the American flag being presented and yes, I get a tear in my eye, too. For I still believe we are a mighty nation and there is much to be proud of and much to be fought for and much to be appreciated - and all those hopes and dreams and accomplishments and aspirations are represented by a cloth of red and white stripes with a patch of blue covered in white stars. And when I feel my beating heart beneath my hand I remember who I am.

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