July 4, 2017… Day 166
Fourth of July. My mom said that my step-dad almost bought a dozen American flags on sale to hang around the outside of the house for the fourth, but she stopped him. “Thank God,” she said to me. She said she told him, “It doesn’t mean the same thing it used to mean, and I don’t want the family next door to think we’re Trump supporters.” There’s an extended family of Mexican migrant workers living next door in a cannery outbuilding that butts up against my parents’ house (which used to also be a cannery outbuilding).