He recognizes the flag and refers to it in respectful ways.
I was listening to my Italian language cd on the way home from supper tonight. I was distracted so what Pop said as we neared the "cross-roads" didn't sink in for a moment. When it did, however, a huge smile popped up on my face.
"Old Glory is flying high today, isn't she?"
Even with the confusion that comes hand-in-hand with the Alzheimers from which he suffers, he remembers the nickname of the flag of our nation. How cool is that?
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