The minute I cross the border to visit my grandmother in Syracuse, NY, I know I'm in America right away. It's not just the street signs on the highway saying "60", or the blatantly obvious New York license plates. No, it's the sea of stars and stripes all around me; the flag waving from every house and business that I can see.
Strolling down the streets of Toronto today, I saw a ton of flags everywhere in my neighbourhood. They weren't there yesterday and they won't be there tomorrow. What gives?
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