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I keep a 48‑star U.S. Flag folded in a cedar box. I found it at a flea market in Virginia for twenty dollars, stiff with age and smelling faintly of smoke. The seller thought it came from his grandfather’s garage. There is no certificate or provenance, just cotton, thread, and a pattern that marked the United States from 1912 to 1959. When I unfold it for students or friends, the room slows down. The fabric makes people curious. Questions come easy when you can point to a s