Which makes no sense...
Supposedly, the moniker for Americans evolved in the minds of Mexican jailers during the 1800s upon repeatedly being tortured by hearing captured American soldiers or outlaws or tourists sing “Green Grow the Lilacs”.
Which also makes no sense...
I think of lilacs as being, well, lilac, or white. Of course, for most of the year, the leaves are green and no flowers are in residence, but the sight--and fragrance--which last only a few days each year are what make lilacs special and memorable. Those prisoners must have had poor memories. And, those jailers should have learned English...
P.S. The title should be Flower(ing bush) of the Day, but I found the one I chose to be more provocative and led into the text better.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.