May 31, 2009
Long ago, sometime around the end of the Soviet Empire, I amassed a little collection of Soviet memorabilia. Today, rummaging around my mother's house, I found what's left.
There were a few May Day pins and such, a Gorbachev tattoo or two (local manufacture, alas), and up top is a little enamel and gold vodka glass from Russia I rescued from a flea market in the French Quarter.
Every now and then, when I was young, I'd wear a bit of Communist propaganda, in a (lame) attempt at irony. It was always to a disinterested audience.
Suburban New Orleans didn't much care for irony, (it still doesn't). It required more explanation than it was worth, so that was the end of that.
I'm glad I have at least some of it left (Soviet memorabilia and irony both).