I was emailing with a friend. The subject came around to national flags, and I found myself related to her this memory I had from childhood.
One day when I was a child, our family visited the United Nations building in New York City. In the gift shop, my parents got my brother and me lots of little flags from various countries.
The set of flags came with a little round black-painted wooden base with holes in it. You could insert the flags into the base.
It was entirely up to you what order you arranged the flags. My brother and I would spend hours in the basement in our how trying out different arrangements.
I didn’t know the politics, but I really loved the little flags. When I think back on all of this now, I realize that I still love them, even to this day.
You’re a vexillologist?
Not any longer, but when I remember once, when was a kid, I played with them while eating nachos.
I wouldn’t do that now because I am vegan. But if I did, I guess you could say I was a flex-tex-mex-ex-vexillologist.