My father sat on that porch almost every evening after work, with his Bible close by and the flag never far from him. He was not a rich man and he was not a famous man, but he believed a person ought to work, pray, keep their word, and be grateful for the country they were born in.
That Bible has loose pages now. The flag is worn too. I guess we all are. But those two things still remind me of him more than anything else in the house.
I placed this hex for my father, for Oklahoma, and for the kind of America he believed in. Not perfect, not easy, but still worth standing up for.