I remember rather well.
You couldn't get away from for a minute unless you went into the bedroom, jumped into bed and pulled the covers over your head.
Even Detroit got into the game. There were several Bicentennial models of various vehicles that came down the line.
There were bicentennial everything that you can imagine, much of it made in China. The entire year was celebrated in typical American fashion, of course. Anything you could make a buck on.
Of course the market got flooded and by mid February Bicentennial goods no longer commanded a premium. By March it was cheaper to buy a Bicentennail ash tray than it was to buy a plain ordinary one.
It was laid on so thick and heavy that by the 4th of July most of us were just plain tired of it all.
Shortly after the 4th of July I saw my first "Fuc* the Bicentennial!" T-shirt. Can't say as I blame whoever wore it. It had gotten stale by then because of overexposure.
Seeing such a T-shirt was not all that common, though. Not because it didn't express a lot of our sentiments but because having the dreaded F-word on outwear wass considered tacky.
Admittedly the fireworks were over the top, though.
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