I’ve been noticing that in an odd sort of Marxist way, I appreciate sparrows more than ever. Their nest building, hopping and even the way they bicker is fun. But there are so many.
In much the same way I’ve noticed patriotism has become more of a religion than any other religion. Part of this is flag worship. Seems a bit strange as we drive through the countryside and see tattered flags, flags flown after dark and in the rain. Sheesh.
It is no longer rare to see a flag at half staff. We don’t even know who died, for crying out loud. So if some real patriotic icon passes away he might get confused with a movie star or canine police officer. I can’t remember the standards set originally any more than the owners of these flags but abundance cheapens the act.