You've seen those giant American flags that fly over big auto dealerships, flags that look bigger than football fields.

When I approach one on these attention hogs on the highway, I find myself wondering about the weight of the fabric, the engineering of the pole, whether for the trip from the flag factory it was rolled or folded. None of the things that went through Francis Scott Key's mind at Fort McHenry in 1814.

But when I see a flag like this in the distance, catching the sun against a purple sky on a Thanksgiving morning, it's a different story.

It's flag week at Plain Sight. Three days to the Fourth.

This flag nearly made me shudder when I saw it.