In October, I passed at a dealership along the side of the highway, hanging at half-mast. It was a large flag, the kind of flag that proudly proclaims patriotism, capitalism, naivety. The kind usually flapping in the wind, the kind I usually register with a side eye or a sneer. This time, hanging low, it registered with shocked silence followed by an outburst of laughter.
Half-Mast
Half-Mast
Half-Mast
In October, I passed at a dealership along the side of the highway, hanging at half-mast. It was a large flag, the kind of flag that proudly proclaims patriotism, capitalism, naivety. The kind usually flapping in the wind, the kind I usually register with a side eye or a sneer. This time, hanging low, it registered with shocked silence followed by an outburst of laughter.