I went to the history museum today and saw an interesting exhibit about the flag. It strikes me that all around the world, we use a flag for a symbol of so many things - our country, our state or city, our protest movement, our sports team. I wonder how this idea first came into being.
On the way out, we saw that people were already getting in place for viewing the fireworks in the park next to the museum. They were going to sit in the sun for hours! I'm lucky to live two blocks from a great viewing area, so I can just mosey down 15 minutes before the show.
The restaurant we ate at had some French people watching France's World Cup match on TV. It's odd because France never played a match here in my city, so I wondered what match they were here for, instead of being wherever France was playing. But they were enjoying themselves, and I hope they will come out to watch our fireworks. Now that I think of it, I should have thanked them for their country's help in our Revolution!
Speaking of death, the neighbour that died a few weeks back kids came to clear out his house today. He would always talk about how much his records and guitars were worth. How much his kids would cherish the stuff he collected. They basically opened the place up and said take whatever you want. I get it, I wouldn't want to clear out a place like that either, but the guy was utterly convinced that his collected treasures would be equally treasured by his offspring. Its not, I'm sorta surprised they didnt light a match to it all. It is open burning season now after all.
That is sad. But think of it this way: he died feeling his things were valued, and didn't have to have the heartbreak of seeing them disposed of while he was still alive, like so many elderly do as they move into assisted living or such. I've been in his kids' shoes, with an apartment full of my parents' stuff halfway across the country from me. I wanted to keep so many things, but it would have been too hard to transport or ship them.