For the first time in a long time, I rented a house for my latest assignment to the Tampa area. Atop my mailbox, there’s a flag mount where I put my WSU flag every game day. A couple weeks ago, some old guy with little else to do than check the mail and vote, saw me putting up my flag. He stopped his car and told me that flags weren’t supposed to stick out into the street. (my flag might be six inches over the gutter portion, which means you’d practically have to drive on to my grass to hit it)
I waved, said “thanks,” and left the flag right where it was.