"Flag Boy" (1994)
Each year around this time,
when I see groups of guys in dress whites staggering through
the streets of Manhattan, I realize, It's Fleet Week!,
and it gives me a happy, familiar feeling of continuity,
a contented sense of the cycle of life. It means I've spent
another year in New York City. It's one of those annual
events whose date you never remember until it comes around
again, like when The Wizard of Oz used to air
on TV once a year.
Similarly, each year on June
14th I get emails and voice mail messages from far-flung
friends all around the world. One of them is always from
my friend Jenny Boylan. At first, there is silence. Then
I hear that unmistakable, high-pitched, querulous voice
asking: "Is it-- is it really here?" And
then begins the crazed and hysterical medley of patriotic
songs: "It's a Grand Old Flag," "I'm a Yankee
Doodle Dandy," etc. And I know that it is Flag
Day.
Flag Boy was conceived one
day over sixteen years ago when my friend John Quinn and
I were wandering through the streets of Philadelphia, horribly
hung over as always, in search of grapefruit. We came across
a scene of festive commotion: a little brick courtyard
filled with schoolchildren all waving little American flags.
A man in uniform stood to one side, prepared to address
them. John and I approached a woman who seemed to be there
in some official capacity, a guide or chaperone. "What's
going on?" we asked her. "Something in honor
of the flag," she explained. "In honor of the flag?" we
asked. She just looked at us. "It's Flag Day," she
said.
Flag Day. It was one
of those childhood holidays you forget about as an adult,
like Arbor Day. And then we realized that not only was
it Flag Day but that the little courtyard we were looking
at was the courtyard of Betsy Ross's House. We
were at the Ground Zero of Flag Day. We were like two clueless
tourists stumbling into Times Square at 11:43 on December
31st asking folks, Hey what's the big to-do?
What happened next is kind
of hard to explain now that I don't drink so much anymore.
Basically, I was possessed by the spirit of Flag Boy. I
ran through the streets frantically waving my little flag
(the Betsy Ross House lady was handing them out), weeping
with laughter and screaming, "It's Flag Day! Happy
Flag Day, everybody! Let every day be Flag Day in your
hearts! O, happy, happy Flag Daaaaay!" The cartoon
appeared shortly thereafter.
For some unknown reason this
cartoon took on a life of its own. Everyone loved F[l]ag
Boy. He was the Waminals© of his day. I did a few
follow-up doodles, like "Flag
Boy: The Day After":
and the unspeakably poignant "Flag
Boy: The Other 364 Days"
He also made occasional cameos
in other cartoons, like this one from "When Will You Flee
the Country?":
I even re-drew a more polished
version of the original cartoon for an Patriotism-themed
special issue of The Comics Journal (see below),
but for unpatriotic reasons of their own they never ran
it. I made a cardboard F[l]ag Boy for one of my infamous
4th of July Parties who hung around for several years,
appearing in various ceremonial contexts, until my friend
Sally, in whose care (so to speak) I'd foolishly entrusted
him, lost him. And each year people would call me and email
to wish me a happy Flag Day. The number of messages has
trailed off over the years since then, but I still get
a few each June 14th, reminding me of the deranged and
hilarious youth we all shared, and of the honor due to
The Flag.
Respect The Flag!,
Tim Kreider, Flag Day, 2010
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