Lest you need a reminder that one day you, too, will be history, check out this amusing article:
A Family Heirloom, Disguised in Pink
If you're like me, you probably have a flamingo story or two in your past. I recall one time opening the door to greet some guests at our annual Christmas party, only to find a bunch of my mom's employees scattered around the lawn all standing on one leg. It was part of an on-going flamingo gag that started when they decided to adorn her office balcony -- on Pennsylvania Avenue, a few blocks from the White House -- with -- you guessed it -- pink flamingos!
I didn't have the foresight then to realize that I should have kept and babied those pink resin creatures, so don't make my mistake. If you have any flamingos left, cherish them. Wrap them securely and protect them for the benefit (and perhaps puzzlement) of future generations.