Five times a year, volunteers in Clifton, N.J., erect the Avenue of Flags through lanes of the municipal complex. The flags go up around dawn and come down at dusk. I have, on occasion, seen them remain overnight into a second day.
They're quite a sight, these dozens of Stars and Stripes billowing in the breeze of a sunny, blue-sky day. As you walk through them, two sounds drown out any others: The flapping of the nylon in the wind, and the rustle of leaves beneath your feet -- at least on Veterans Day, that is. With the city offices closed, traffic in the complex is light, and the main roads abutting the grounds are far enough away so that the sound of the cars doesn't reach the inner lanes of flags.
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