Short Stories, Long Odds

I didn’t have a camera on me so I can’t show it to you, but on the way home from watching fireworks, we took an unusual way home and saw something amazing. On the roof of a nice house with a Prevost bus parked outside, a giant peace symbol was drawn in white clinking lights. Sort of like what you might see at Christmas, when someone on your block writes “SANTA LAND HERE” on their roof in imported Italian twinkle lights, surrounded by angels and snowmen. It was enormous, and brazen, and simple.

I don’t really have any commentary on it, I just wanted to share it with you. I certainly didn’t expect to see something like that but when I get all philosophical about my country on July 4th from now on, I will think of that house and the statement it made.