Every other day I walk down into town to check the mail and do other things. Lots of old white people in this town. Lots of scowling old white people. Some of them warm and smiling though.
Picked up some bird seed (those suckers eat a lot; a 20 lb bag is already almost half gone) and peanuts. Chatted with the lady in the animal store about birds and squirrels. We talked about how shy flying squirrels are as well. I resolved to be extra quiet and try to see one. Haven't seen one yet. She saw an injured one at the animal hospital and mentioned it was a pretty remarkable creature. I like animal lovers. They usually have tender dispositions.
The animal shop was broken into last week. The front door was smashed out and glass was all over the sidewalk. They said it was the 10th break in this month. The 10th break in.
There is a trailer park nestled in the trees. You can barely see in though. Thick trees surround its perimeter. Almost as if it is deliberately hidden away from the otherwise picturesque little town.
Passed by a truck with three stickers on its back window: a Christian fish textured with the American flag, a sticker with "Capitalist" in strange lettering which I didn't quite grasp the significance of ( I could swear the C was a hammer and sickle but that just doesn't make sense) and an NRA sticker. It still baffles me that such an array of glaring contradictions manages to hold up in the conservative American spirit. But there you have it. That's how the reactionary mind works.
I doubt that guy is an animal lover, or maybe he is but not in the sense I originally meant. He probably loves to eat them, and have a squeeze at their necks here and there. Oh but I josh. Maybe he loves his dog or something, though dogs give you unconditional love and loyalty generally, so...
Well, anyways.
