Manhattan.
In the three months that I was gone, the flag situation apparently spun out of control.

Brooklyn.
The flag is now on soy sauce packets. There were even little flag stickers on the bananas at my supermarket, even though the bananas themselves were from Costa Rica.

Brooklyn.
Many outdoor flags, especially on cars, are now more than a little tattered. (Here's another.)

Queens.
The message a beat-up flag sends is, "Last year I really loved my country, but lately I've been losing interest in the relationship, and we've drifted apart."

Brooklyn.
When your flag has expired, please dispose of it in the proper flag container. Thank you.

A year ago: Chinatown and other things.

I don't know much about math, but I know what I like.