Surely Not a Local

I stepped out my back door last week to be greeted by a flag bearing the f-word in foot-high letters. It was mounted on a decrepit vehicle parked next to my property, and only steps away from the gymnasium where children had attended a basketball camp earlier that day.

I wondered if they had seen it.

The flag was political in intent, but obscene on purpose.

Some idiot, I’m sure, thought they were being funny.

I didn’t.

I was mad, and a bit disappointed to see such a public display of obscenity apparently being tolerated in the little town I’ve called home for nearly 20 years.

I’m hardly a prud...