As long-time readers of the ol' blog know, this day is special to me not for the Red, White and Blue reasons, but because it was my younger brother's birthday.
We lost him at a much too young age.
But I often remember his good heart, disarming smile and the time when he was a preschooler who thought the all the flags flying on this mid-June day were in celebration of his birthday.
They were then and are still waving now for you, Ben Allen, in our hearts, always.
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