Remember that stadium where the band would come out, they’d announce the anthem, and you’d have to look for the little flag flying over the end zone bleachers so you’d know which way to face? Continue reading “Why I salute”
Why I salute
Let Him Sit
photo: Sports Illustrated
flag and fortune: author
Last week I had dinner with an old friend. We ate upscale Chinese with a couple craft beers to wash it down. It was good. We’d hardly seen each other since high school.
We met in seventh grade. It was 1968, when Americans woke up every morning pissed off. Racism, patriotism, Vietnam, drugs, flag burning, police brutality, women’s lib, air pollution. Pick the issue and someone started screaming insults.
A lot like this election year.
We got up to leave and I finally brought it up. “Y’know, I gotta say, about this Colin Kaepernick thing…” Continue reading “Let Him Sit”