Posted Wednesday evening, October 4, 2017.
Outside Bobby Burrito. Newburgh, New York. Late this afternoon.
Wish this was a more dramatic photo with all the flags waving together in the breeze, but the breeze and the flags and my camera couldn’t coordinate. In case you can’t make the first three out, these are, from left to right, the flags of Puerto Rico, Texas, and Mexico, with the Stars and Stripes at the end of the line, flying, as any good Scout will tell you, as it should, a little higher than the others. They’re not being flown by the Subway. They belong to the owner of a little Mexican restaurant in the same building. Bobby Burrito. (There’s a Chinese take-out in there too.) That’s the owner getting into his truck underneath the Puerto Rican flag. He told me, shyly but proudly, that he ordered the flags from an online supplier. I didn’t think to ask him if he has Florida and Nevada flags on the way. I didn’t have time to get a burrito tonight, but I promised to come by Friday for lunch. I’ll ask him then.