I just returned from a similar run through the same neighborhood (I've moved to an adjacent neighborhood, but I purposely detoured to cover some of the same ground as I did then, and again last year). There weren't as many flags outside the houses, though I guess that's not a surprise. Not everyone can keep up the patriotic fervor that day isnpired for the first year or so. One guy on a Harley pulled up next to me as I waited for a light to change and gave me a look that said something, I don't know what. Maybe, "Hey, I remember. Do you?" Maybe not.
Something was going on in the park this morning, a memorial of some kind perhaps. Anyway, there were more stragglers hanging out than on a normal day. A homeless guy was handing out (selling, I guess) American flags. I think I bought one from him or his twin two years ago. I guess business hasn't been as good for him lately.
It's another amazing day, about 80 degrees and blue skies, just like it was that day. Again, I ran much further than normal despite once again waking with a ringing head. Probably will again next year, too.