Posted by: dougery | July 31, 2012

Proper Folding Procedures

There is a lot of truly terrible real world shit going on right now so i figured i would take my mind off things by penning a quick post on this all too often unupdated blog.

Every day I walk down Frederick St to and from work. The people who live on this street are a fairly eclectic mix of college students and blue collar Italian families that have lived in this area for generations. Almost all of the houses are split-levels with porches on both the first and second floor, you can tell where the college students live when the ‘style’ of each floor’s porch is substantially different. Very often there will be old-timers sitting out on their porches who say hi every time I walk by. Kids shooting hoops on crappy 8 foot tall rims put up in the middle of the street as I walk home at night. Folks will be tending tiny yet immaculately designed gardens. Every once in a while early on a Thursday or Friday morning a car will pull up and a bedraggled coed will hop out, without shoes no less, and the mind proceeds on to its own conclusions from there.

There is one home that is up off the street that catches the eye and I’m not entirely sure the reason for this. It is neither rundown or well kept. I think a family lives there but the blinds are generally drawn and no cars ever sit in the drive. Maybe it is abandoned or unoccupied. I can’t say. What I do know is that there is this perfect crystallized piece of America taped on the inside of the large bay window.

An 8 1/2 x 11 American flag that looks like it has been up since September of 2001. The blue field behind the stars is a milky white while the stars themselves are just a hint brighter. The red stripes have faded all the way down to a washed out blue. The whole thing looks like it is underwater, or like something spat out of a home dot matrix printer would look like if it had been bombarded by intense UV light for a decade. One of the corners is dog-eared. There is a bit of warp to the entire flag. But there it ‘stands’ for lack of a better word. I’m not sure if I am describing it well but it is heartbreakingly beautiful. I’d take a picture if the camera on my flip phone (yeah, you read that right) weren’t totally for shit.

Anyhow, I’m not sure why I find the image so captivating but I do. I haven’t once walked by without thinking so. When new tenants do move in, or the current ones awaken from their decade long slumber, I hope they don’t tear it down. At least without the proper folding procedures that they use in the military. Modified, of course, for looseleaf, ink and holdover scotch-tape.


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