Once upon a time, years ago (I'm thinking 2008? 2009?) there was some kind of KKK thing happening right across the street from us. The iffy neighbor on the corner, who wasn't allowed unsupervised visitation with his 4-yo daughter, had a bunch of "friends" over one weekend summer day. I was out in the yard working in the gardens when several burly motorcycle guys rolled into his driveway and tromped into his house. I thought they looked kind of cool (the late Mr. Owl had a motorcycle too and was a burly man), until one of them came back outside and hung a huge Confederate flag on the porch overhang. I yelled over: "Hey, is it time for the KKK rally?! You gonna invite everyone?" The guy stared over at me, went back inside. Then they all came out, rolled up the flag, got on their cycles, and left. Rural Missouri. Bet it was some KKK thing.
That was strong!


