Dads company offered him a Directors position in Portland Maine.
He accepted and we moved from our Yorkshire home to Kennedy Park, East Bayside.
Joey Sullivan was the first American I recall meeting.
He was tall with tidy dark hair and teeth like stars.
I imagine he was in movies,
in fact, he was a lawyer, I found out later.
He was lowering the American flag that hung from a pole wedged diagonally into the main porch timber.
“It’s dirty,” he said, observing my
puzzled expression.
“I’m replacing it with another.
You’re from the UK right?” He asked.
I nodded.
“You can hang a Union Jack, if you like, you just need to hang it to the left of the Stars and Stripes.”
I nodded again, wondering what a ‘Union Jack’ was.
He then saluted the flag and asked me if I wanted some lemonade or tea.
I shook my head.
“Why do you hang flags from your houses?” I asked,
Looking down the street,
which I assume was being prepared for some celebration.
