the scouts put a flag in our front yard today...
In 2003 I went to Arlington Cemetery.
Mom was in the hospital...of course.
There is a very special feeling at that place. So quiet and reverent. I understood more clearly what freedom meant as I walked passed all those hundreds of hundreds of graves. I remember my heart feeling very full and feeling grateful for all those who believed in this great country ...enough to die for it.
It was a very spiritual experience for me.
If you ever go to Washington D.C.- you have to make it to Arlington- far better than the lame White House.