Moreno Valley: A New Flag for a City That Still Needs to Fix Its Drains
There is something almost operatic about a city sitting down to design its own flag. A flag is supposed to be the distilled essence of a place: its colors, its symbols, the visual shorthand you'd stitch onto a jacket if you were, for some reason, extremely proud of your municipality. So it is worth pausing on the fact that Moreno Valley's City Council will consider a new official flag design on August 18, in the same council chamber, during the same two-hour meeting, immediately adjacent on the agenda to a five-year maintenance contract for elevators and wheelchair lifts, and drainage improvements on Morrison and Merwin streets.
In other words: identity and plumbing, back to back, at 6 p.m., at 14177 Frederick Street.
There is a kind of civic honesty in that pairing that no flag committee could ever design on purpose. A flag asks: who are we, symbolically, forever? A drainage project asks: where does the water go when it rains, specifically, next Tuesday? One is aspirational. The other is hydraulic. And yet both, apparently, require public comment, staff reports, and a vote.
It's tempting to imagine the flag subcommittee sketching bold geometric suns and stylized citrus groves, only to be gently reminded by the public works department that none of that matters much if Morrison Street keeps flooding every February. A flag flutters. A drain, when it's doing its job, is invisible, which is precisely the compliment nobody thinks to pay it. You don't cheer for infrastructure until the day it fails and your garage becomes a wading pool.
This is, in miniature, the whole comedy of local government: grand symbolic gestures scheduled on the same docket as the unglamorous machinery that keeps a city upright. Two days later, on Thursday, the Planning Commission convenes to weigh in on matters equally unpoetic but no less essential to daily life: a 9.1-acre truck sales, leasing, fueling and maintenance facility near Old 215 Frontage Road, and a 4,767-square-foot automated car wash on Pigeon Pass. Nobody is designing a flag for the car wash. Nobody needs to. It will simply sit there, doing its foamy, rotating work, asking nothing of the civic imagination beyond three minutes of public testimony per speaker, strictly enforced.
Which raises the quietly interesting question underneath all this: what actually represents a city? Is it the flag someone eventually approves, the one meant to wave outside City Hall and appear on letterhead for the next several decades? Or is it the sum of these smaller, unglamorous decisions, the elevator contract, the storm drain, the zoning tweak, the thing that determines whether your wheelchair-using grandmother can get to the second floor of the community center without incident?
Meanwhile, a few miles from Frederick Street, at 23185 Hemlock Avenue, a version of civic identity is already operating without waiting for anyone's flag design to be finalized. Every Friday and Saturday evening, the Building Up Lives Foundation runs its Shop for a Cause thrift store, staffed entirely by volunteers, selling shampoo and secondhand jackets and the occasional mysterious kitchen gadget to fund a nonprofit that also gives away free food every Sunday night, no questions asked, no registration required. Nobody there is debating typography or color palettes. They are simply, repeatedly, showing up.
Perhaps that's the real emblem of a place: not the symbol chosen by committee, but the pattern of small, recurring, undramatic decisions, drains cleared, meals handed out, elevators kept running, that a community makes on its own behalf, week after week, whether or not anyone ever puts them on a banner.
So let the flag committee have its fun. Let there be sunbursts, let there be citrus, let there be whatever geometric shape best survives being printed on a coffee mug. Just don't let anyone mistake the flag for the city. The city, it turns out, is the drain that finally stops flooding Morrison Street. Everything else is just very nice fabric.