Old Glory
While I was on a training walk for the marathon, I passed a carpet store. Hanging in the window, there was an American flag . . . doormat.
I blew a gasket.
Enjoy.
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Most of the time, I hate Hollywood. But occasionally, something interesting happens, and I am reminded why it's only "most of the time" and not "all of the time."