Counting Flags, Adopted Homes:
Note to self: Don’t blog so late.
When I was a kid, my dad would pile my brothers and I into the car on Memorial Day and the 4th of July. We’d drive around greater Ann Arbor, pretending to get lost, and counting American flags. With patriotism booming in the wake of the tragedy of September 11, I decided to take to the streets of my adopted home, get lost and count. But mostly get lost.
Flag total: 194. Wrong turns: 7. Houses painted royal blue with yellow trim: 3.
Number of times I thought how lucky I was to live here: 18.