Every day, driving to and from his job, Mick would pass the Alexandria jail, which housed federal prisoners, including (then accused) terrorists. The jail was right next to the beltway and the flag outside was getting ratty from the construction and traffic, so one weekend, Mick and I drove right up to the guard shack, hopped off the bike (yeah, I was thinking this was a great idea), and said, "we've got something for you." Very cautiously, they came out of their booth. When they saw what we brought with us, you can see what happened. This is the kind of man my friend, Michael, is. I'm so proud to know him.