In the mid-Nineties we moved into a house we figured we'd never be able to afford. It had many separate zones to heat, a big yard and ... a flagpole? A neighborhood boy had a suggestion: "A pirate flag would look neat, Mrs. Quittner!" "Mrs. Quittner is my mother-in-law," I hissed. "But I like the cut of your jib, young man." In those early days of online shopping, it took an hour of searching to find a Jolly Roger. Today, I'd look no further than Portroyaltradingco.com, which has every kind of pirate flag (and other booty) imaginable.