His sacred spot is a concrete bridge over Interstate 81 near my home at the Woodstock, Va., exit. It’s both a tremendously scenic and busy freeway that runs north and south along Virginia’s western edge. If your goal was to be seen by as many passersby as possible and you lived in the quiet Shenandoah Valley, this is exactly where you’d come.
On those five holidays — plus a day or two before or after, depending on the day of the week the holiday falls — Art stakes his spot on that concrete bridge. Rain, shine, cold or blistering heat, it makes no difference. The flag and the mission are simply too important.