I thought I followed the quirks of politics in America pretty closely. Until dinner one evening with a few friends in the Road House. Over bourbons and burgers, I learned a few of my buddies, all patriotic on various levels, fear flying the American flag. Really. It’s not that they disrespect our country. It’s that they are afraid of their neighbors. I did not know this. It knocked me back a few steps. “I gotta look this up,” I thought.