I bought a Betsy Ross like that for my dad about fifteen years ago. He never would fly it, preferring to fly a cheap Costco fifty star flag out on the front porch.
When he passed last year it was the only thing in the house I wanted (besides my grandad's pistol). The house was so cluttered, I didn't even try to find it. I'm sure my half sister (big lib) wound up giving it to the local thrift store.
That pains my heart.
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