“I WOKE UP TO FIND MY FLAG GONE—AND A $20 BILL ON MY DOORSTEP
It wasn’t about the flag. It was about what it meant to me. I’d hung it out front the day I moved in—not to make a statement, just to feel a little more like home. New street, new neighbors, new everything. I was the outsider. Everyone knew it. It wasn’t even a big flag—just a modest one,…