Very few people on this blog have been as critical of the antics of Guardencio Fernandez as I have. Today I am happy to announce that has changed. Earlier in the week I got an email telling me that 39 flag poles were being planted over at 9500 Liberty Street. The possibilities were endless. Then one of the roving reporters told me flags of many nations had gone up. Our contributors wrote out descriptions of what had been erected. My curiosity was killing me. Finally the rains were over and the sun was shining so I drifted on over to the City, stopping to vote first, visited KK’s and then rolled on around to 9500.
I love flags. They are beautiful. They provide lots and lots of color and texture without ever being gaudy. They wave and float in the wind. They catch the sun and they ride the wind, like a colorful seagull. They own the skies around them. Even at night, flags, if properly lit, still cast their color magic, perhaps with a little less gusto but they still let you know they are there.
If Mr. Fernandez planted all those flag poles and adorned them with flags of many nations, just to poke a stick in the eye of the City, it backfired. The flags are truly beautiful and adorn that part of the historic district with a wonderful splash of color. The American flag is the crown jewel of his colonnade of flags.
I am going to look at the better part of human nature and declare that the war is over. Everyone wins. Mr. F gets the final word but in such a wonderful way. He has beautified the City and sent a reminder that we are really a people from everywhere. I never thought I would say it but….Good Job, Mr. Fernandez.