“THAT ONE’S EARNED ITS PLACE.” He just walked in for a coffee. A quiet stop on an Oklahoma highway. He wasn’t there to be noticed. Then he just… stopped. By the door. An old American flag was hanging there. Sun-bleached, frayed at the edges. It looked tired, but proud. He quietly told the clerk he’d take it. The clerk, trying to be helpful, offered a new one from the back, all crisp and clean. Toby just shook his head, a soft grin under his hat. “Not this time. That one’s earned its place.” 🇺🇸 He didn’t make a speech. He just honored something that had weathered the storms. It’s the quiet moments like this that really show you who someone is, isn’t it?
“THAT ONE’S EARNED ITS PLACE.” The heat was baking the Oklahoma pavement. Dust devils danced across the empty highway. It…