Gerry told me this story any father can relate to. He's got a buddy who lives in Great Falls. Naturally, that says the buddy has some coin, probably a sweet paying job and a family in a large house. Paying for that house takes some time, and the family will need some time, too. And the thing about Great Falls is, they've purged the strip malls and McDonald's.
If a Great Falls daddy wants to get some alone time, some see-the-other-daddies time, it's a long ride through farm country. What's a daddy to do?
Gerry's buddy has a flag pole on his yard, down by the curb. Not real big. No bigger than the other other flagpoles on the other daddies' lawns, up and down the street. When a Great Falls daddy sees he'll have some time later that night – kids are down, mommy's off to book club or a toy party *ndash; he raises his flag. Up and down the street, other daddies peek out their curtains and stick heads out their doors?
Flag flying? Party at 323238! Honey, I'll be home in an hour-and-a-half.
And you can call this song, the United States Blues.
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Wives probably have their own code. Half mast means the old man's gone -- lady's night.
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