On the way to town, I drive past a crappy old house. It's not the only one. Five years ago, it was crappy but well-kept. Now it's trashy. Not yet to the level of hilljack squalor holler, but on it's way. Just needs another junk truck and water heater.
On the porch rail sits a toddler-sized statue. It's a sambo with a cane pole. Hung from the pole is a confederate flag. I'll spare you the picture.
On the porch rail sits a toddler-sized statue. It's a sambo with a cane pole. Hung from the pole is a confederate flag. I'll spare you the picture.
