A Mighty Adventure Was Had (But Not Really)

I walked to the bank by a different route than usual, which is all the better to have adventures and see strange and unfamiliar sights (though there are unusual sights to be seen on my usual path, such as a house that is literally buried halfway in the ground for some reason).

Here’s the one unusual thing I saw: a scarecrow, no doubt built for Halloween, with a jack-o-lantern for a head.  It was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt, making it a cowboy-themed scarecrow, and for some reason it also had on a yellow rain-slicker.  In its “hand” it was holding either a very, very small lariat (the total circumference of which was barely 18”) or a noose for lynching miniature Negroes*.  I was unable to determine the racial attitudes of this particular scarecrow during our short association.

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*“Negroes”, yeah, I know.  But when choosing between the two “n-words” most commonly associated with lynching parties, I went for the less incendiary of the two.  So sue me.