Starvin Larry

10:00.  Summer Time.  Sitting in the swing.  Drinking fresh lemonade.  Looking at my freshly mowed lawn, or at least the little bit of it I can see from the front porch. Listening to the radio.  Then distress.  Somebody is talking about taking down the Confederate flag.  It’s not sunset yet.  Not even noon.   My flag is still up.  I can clearly see its shadow on the front lawn.  So, it’s the one down in Columbia, at the War memorial.   I take my lemonade into the house to see what the deal is.

10:20.  Sure enough, the whole bunch of politicians are up to no good again.  You can always tell because they’re all standing around, real proud like, getting their pictures made.  And they’re on the T.V.,  filled with some unexplainable sense of joyous relief that something was ending.  They were taking the flag down, before lunch time…