Happy Flag Day.
Not the most popular holiday.
Kind of a low rent, odd man out banner festival jammed between Memorial Day and the Fourth of July.
Three patriotic holidays in the space of five and a half weeks.
Quite a lot, really.
Four, if you count June 6, the anniversary of D-Day, which is practically a holiday, and certainly carries more emotional heft than Flag Day.
Most days do.
Makes sense that one would get the short shrift.
Flag Day is not a federal holiday. It celebrates...for those who notice...the adoption of the United States flag on June 14, 1777 by the Second Continental Congress. Though not of course this particular flag, not the current flag, with its 50 five-pointed stars, one for each state. That only dates to 1959, when Hawaii and Alaska entered the union.
The original 1777 resolution reads:
“Resolved, That the flag of the United States be thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new Constellation.”
That flag looks like this:
So not the biggest deal, as far as holidays go. Sort of an Arbor Day level holiday but for flags instead of trees. Beer companies don't even notice it.
No Flag Day picnics. No greeting cards. You don't get the day off of work.
A few stores have sales, I suppose.
And the only only obligation to fly the flag.
Which the vast majority of folks don't bother to do.
I am not one of those folks.
I actually look forward to Flag Day.
Because I have a flag.
That I love to fly.
I'd keep it out all the time.
But then flying it wouldn't be special.
So I hold back and fly it whenever I can.
Such as on Flag Day.
I tend to notice flags too.
Like this enormous beauty, hanging properly—the union to the left, I checked—in...well, a public space in Chicago.
Frankly, I figured readers will ID the spot immediately.
But I like the picture, so decided to use it anyway. Today being both Flag Day and a Saturday, when my Where IS This contest runs.
Besides, given how photos I'm sure will stump people get guessed quickly, maybe, in that perverse way life has, the one that seems obvious to me will leave you scratching your heads.
Make sure to post your guesses in the comments section below.
The winner will receive ... what? ... I'm getting tired of handing out posters and copies of my books.
How about someone else's book?
How about a copy of First Son: The Biography of Richard M. Daley, by Keith Koeneman, published by the University of Chicago Press. It's about Rich Daley, but no book is perfect.
I have an extra copy that's yours, if you guess correctly.