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12 Days of Halloween: The Night of The New Town Shunning 2006

12 Days of Halloween: The Night of The New Town Shunning 2006
Would you be scared of this guy?

We moved to a new small town in Oregon, bought a crap load of candy, and sat out on the front porch while all of our neighbors averted eye contact and shuffled their kids past our front door. The only people who would take our candy were the few groups of Mexican migrant worker families who, we were later told, “don’t really live here, since they’re probably all Illegals.” Hmmm.

Don’t know what happened to the formatting of this picture…but it’s kind of spooky, right. Like a funhouse mirror. I’m going to go with it instead of trying a fix.

By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

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