As we headed back to our tent on the second day of the International Goat Days Festival in Millington, Tennessee, we walked into the middle of a flag retirement ceremony being conducted by local Boy Scouts. Everyone there was invited to take part, and both Margaret and I tossed some cut up stripes onto the ceremonial fire. It was a pretty moving ceremony, although the first person reading by the scout master in the voice of the flag was a little odd. I keep meaning to look up the origin of this ceremony.