The flags appeared all spring and summer. I heard about town meeting. I heard about folks reaching in their pockets. This was personal and universal all at once. Every town needs something to rally around. The flags worked and, as usual, so did Ron Cropley. All summer he climbed a ladder precariously perched on the edge of Rt. 9 with 100,000 pound trucks roaring by beneath his feet and he put up flag after flag. It was a sight to behold. As summer wound down and Hurricane Irene approached Ron went out again and took down all of the flags but one, the one by the Troy Store. Actually later I heard that he left two, but one did blow away in Irene. So in honor of Ron and his work, here is a shot of the last flag at dusk. Thank you Ron.