Honest. I had this photo posted in draft mode before Jen did her flag photos. (O good grief, I think I inadvertently deleted her address from my bookmarks, and the name of the blog escapes me.)
We live, for another few days at least, in a border town. When we head to the river and, more importantly, to the chip trucks under the bridge, we are treated to two large pairs of flags flying. One pair flies on the Canadian side, and the other similarly sized pair (they're big flags, folks) waves to us from Stateside. Our countries have their little squabbles from time to time, but we get along pretty darn well for the most part: with a lot of mutual respect too.
They're big and impressive; I simply like to look at these flags and thought that you might too. Since the vast preponderance of visitors to this blog are either Canadian or American, consider it a salute to you and to each other. There are scads of worse places to live than these two wonderful countries. And few better.