I was in the habit of wearing a flag pin in my lapel long before Mr. Nixon became president. When the Nixon people first popularized the lapel flag, I was delighted. But after Watergate and resignation, those of us who continued to wear our flag pins became the targets of snide comments. People would say witty things like, "Oh, I didn't know you were a Nixon man."

I was not a Nixon man; I was a man who had respect for the president of the United States, whatever his name or party, and for the flag that serves as my county's symbol. And I am pleased to see that there are still a few other curmudgeons around town who share my view and continue to wear flag pins in their lapels.

To the tasteless louts who sew Old Glory into the seat of their britches, and to the uninformed who don't know why that glorious banner deserves their affection and respect, I can only say: I feel sorry for you, fellows. What you fail to understand is that there is something very special about a flag that protects your right to revile it. There are not too many places in the world where you can live under a flag like that.