"Shortly after Stella and I moved from the French Quarter in New Orleans to 
rural Folsom, LA., she washed our American flag.  We had not displayed it 
while living in the quarter for fear pranksters might steal it.  The flag had 
yellowed with time and looked as though it had seen several battles.  Since 
it was made of polyester, the colors did not run and we made sure it did not 
touch the ground, remembering my old U.S. Navy training.  When I saw the flag 
flapping on our clothesline, clean, bright and fresh, I got the inspiration 
for FRESH GLORY."