Recently I drove on a trip for a court case. To Harrisburg Pennslyvania. Let me repeat, that was in a car.
It was for the best and we have some really great conversation, but we still drove. From Dallas, through Arkansas, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland and then through Pennslyvania. It took over 20 hours.
One thing that I didn’t expect to see was so many confederate flags. I don’t know why I didn’t think about this, but there were a LOT of flags. I mean, with 45 and all, some of these flags probably got dusted off and put back up in prominent display.
I don’t know what to say about it, but I definitely had my head on a swivel while I was there. Thankfully we were able to make it through without any trouble. But I did take pictures of them. Every single one I saw.
This first one is actually not a confederate flag. So oops.
So the thing about this picture is that a lady walked past him while he was wearing this and said “nice hoodie.” WHILE I WAS THERE. Obviously I was there because I heard it. See, it’s her that you look out for. Not him. You already knows where she stands. But she’s going to be passing him more ammo when the time comes.
I guess this one isn’t a confederate flag either. But I hope he got what he was looking for. To each their own.
This one was kind of interesting to me. So is it like there’s alfred the butler with a british accent or something? “Might I suggest the coca-cola sir?”
Well, we made it through. So all’s well that ends well. I suppose. Next time I’ll be flying.