I love patriotic murals, even though I'm not patriotic. It's not that I have anything against our country-- I think it's a wonderful place. It's just that patriotism usually goes along with a kind of blind boosterism, and I'm offended by stupidity-- "my country, right or wrong" never really made sense to me. Five years ago I watched the Twin Towers collapse from the roof of our building on Thompson Street. That meant something to me, but it didn't make me want to go out and join the marines, or take pictures of bald eagles. Still, I'm fascinated by people who did react like that-- who find comfort in these symbols. And I suppose I envy them in some way.