The real terror of the oncoming anniversary next week is becoming apparent. Flags and “holiday” type crap starting to appear for sale in stores, prophetic onion article about bartender wondering what to do for the anniversary, etc. My work is offering “anniversary syndrome” counseling.
In case anyone is wondering, I plan to spend the 11th hiding in my closet hugging my cat until all the flagschmerz goes away.
WHAT A COUNTRY! as Yakov Smirnoff would say. Did you know he’s an artist these days? “I was really nervous about starting this painting. Watching the flag fly proudly over my theater always gave me goose bumps. I was hoping to portray it with honor. I hope I did.”