Page 71 - Super Cowboy Rides Again

We didn’t go directly home, either. We drove to a
park, and Dad pulled the car into the parking lot near a
gathering of people. As he stepped from the car, he
spoke sternly to me.

“You stay in the car, and you keep the doors
locked!”

I did as I was told, but I climbed across the car to
his side and rolled the window down just a bit so I
could listen. I heard some swearing and yelling, and
then I saw the flag, and I instantly knew where we
were.

The night before, I had heard my dad and Daniel
arguing. Daniel said that a group was coming to town
to hold a protest against the Vietnam War, and he
wanted to be there with his friends. But when my
father, who is a World War II veteran, found out that
they planned to burn a flag as part of the protest, he was
upset.

“I will not have any son of mine participating in a

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