There is no argument for me. If asked if I would support Colin Kaepernick, and folks who think and believe like him, or the people who are shown in this video. I’m going American all the way. I want to be with the people who conceived, designed, and constructed this flag pole. They are my people. Those who choose to trash the symbol of our Liberty saying that it represents hypocrisy, racism, and division all have their heads in the wrong place. Maybe there is some racism left in America, but it is a darn sight more free, and less racist than any other country in the world.
When I am free to travel again I will visit this site and salute this magnificent flag.
Morty raced home, and found Gracie on guard on the pillow above Ben’s head.
“I need your help.”
“What can I do?”
“I need a bed sheet, two clear glass bottles, and some twine.”
The two of them scurried about the house looking for materials.
“If we do this right, my idea will work,” he said, “If we do it wrong, well, we can’t do it wrong, we have to succeed.”
“Michael called while you were gone, and the night of no moon is tomorrow.”
“Oh great,” said Morty, “nothing like a little pressure. I have to finish this gadget before then.”
The two guardian angels worked through the night.
“This looks like it might work,” said Gracie.
“Thank-you, I got the inspiration while I watched you and Max fly.”
“Really?”
“Yep,” he replied without any more explanation.
Gracie decided not to pursue him with any more questions, but her curiosity was growing. When Morty is ready, he will tell me, she thought. They finished the invention just before dawn.
“Let’s test it,” said Morty, and off they went.
Gracie sat on the back of Skye Scooter right behind Morty. Her back was to his. She held the invention in her lap.
Morty sped up and then gave Gracie the signal.
“Now,” he shouted.
Gracie tossed the invention into the air behind the scooter. She watched a large parachute open. It had a bottle tied to the center of it. A hole in the chute opened into the bottle.
“It opened smoothly,” she hollered to Morty.
“Great.” He landed Skye just as the sun began to make the morning sky glow red.
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