TURN SHEEP AROUND ERE THEY FALL OVER THE CLIFF

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Sunday, June 28, 1992

Formerly I got ready for July Fourth by making a new summer dress with some little touch of red, white and blue. But since the ripping-and-doing-over stage is upon me, this summer I'm skipping that. I'm going to press my flag. Ever hear of that? For all I know it may be against flag etiquette. However, last time I had it out, the dews and damps of a sultry summer night got to it before I remembered to bring it in. I rolled it up as usual, not knowing I was rolling wrinkles into it that no strong wind would blow out. So with damp cloth and hot iron, Old Glory, wrinkle free, will fly proudly from its holder on the garage.

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