Tell you a little story relating to giant pieces of Nazi memorabilia that, Harry..............
This happened about 5 or 6 years ago when I lived in Oklahoma City. One of my friends used to have this huge power boat, maybe 24 feet long or so. He had taken it to the shop to have some work done on it in the off season. While there, the leaf springs on one side of the trailer it was sitting on which were rusted out finally gave way. The fender on that side of the trailer were sitting on the tire, so it wasnt going anywhere. So my two chucklehead friends call me at about 930pm on a cold, rainy friday night in late november desperate for some help (ie. tools) so they could get the leaf springs replaced and tow the boat home. This was a pretty seedy neighborhood in Oklahoma City, near the fairgrounds (arent all fairgrounds in big cities in the ghetto?) so they couldnt leave it sitting there out overnight. So I show up down there with what I thought were the right tools. Turns out one of the sockets I had was not quite deep enough to do the job. So I look across the street and there an auto shop, obviously closed at this time. But, connected to the auto shop was an unmarked shop of some kind with a glass door and a light on inside. So I thought maybe it was an office to the auto shop. In a moment of brilliance, I thought I would walk over there and see if htey had a socket that would work. Well, i went an knocked on the door, and someone yelled come in. I walk in to this place and the floors are all concrete, which wasn't too surprising. There were a bunch of 40-50 something white trash dudes wearing dirty meshback caps and a couple of their ladies sitting around on metal folding chairs drinking boxed wine and smoking cheap cigs. Kinda odd at 930 on a Friday night in a place like that, right? But what really made me almost shit my britches was the bigger than fucking Canada Nazi war flag on the wall behind them. I mean the damn thing took up the whole wall and was dragging the floor. It must have been 20 feet tall and a good 50 feet long, and had autographs and crap all over it. I looked around a little more and there was all kinds of Nazi memorabilia in the place. Some Nazi knives sitting on a table next to me, and a map of Germany on another wall along with a bunch of other crap. So I am thinking I had just interrupted a damn OKC neo-nazi chapter shindig. I was having visions of meeting the gimp from Pulp Fiction and looking for a quick extraction from the situation. All of the folks had stupid grins on their faces asking how they could help me. I took a deep breath and thought, ok, I have blonde hair and blue eyes so I am not going to be hanging from the rafters here as long as they aren't too hammered on the $8 white zinfandel. Well, one of them must have sensed my panic because they said oh, no, its not what it looks like. Turns out the place was indeed owned by the same guy that ran the auto-shop, and he was an auctioneer on the side. Days earlier, an old WWII vet (Army Colonel) had passed away and his wife was auctioning all of his memorabilia/war trophies to pay for the funeral. They had parts from old WWII planes and tanks, Kosak war swords, photos of battlefield action and R&R time, guns of all types, you name it. I just didnt notice any of the other stuff because of that gimp image in my head. The giant Nazi flag was taken from a French town they reclaimed from the Nazis, and the autographs were all of the men in the battalion that led the operation. In the end, not only did they have the socket, but they helped us fix the trailer, also. Anyway, I am not sure there was a point to that story, except that your comment about the giant Hitler banner brought back memories.
