COME ON SKINHEAD, LIGHT MY FIRE
>> Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Though it's still dreary, wet, and gloomy outside, there is nothing like the KKK to boost your spirits and light a fire in your soul. I've mentioned my skinhead neighbor several times. She's the one that told me I had the wrong hair color and eyes. A couple of Saturday's ago when it was sunny (ah, the good ol' days), I spotted her out in her yard doing whatever it is skinheads do. The camera was right on my desk, my windows face her house, I couldn't resist. Hey, when's the last time YOU photographed a skinhead?
It wasn't until after looking at the photos that I realized I need to get the little Nazi's autograph. I had no idea how famous she is!
Shortly after I snapped that photo she went inside, which is my cue that it is safe to go outside. I put on my dog walking gear, call NutJob and we head out.
We walk down the street and around the corner where the back yard of the skinhead Nazi camp can be seen. I stopped dead in my tracks at the site before me: white sheets hanging on the skinhead's clothes line, nicely bleached and ready to go for the Saturday night Klan meeting.
Since I have an aversion to flaming crosses on my front yard, I hid behind a tree to take this photo of the sheets blowing in the wind, only partly visible through the pines.
Mr. Man and I rented the movie Valkyrie this weekend. Rather than return it to the video store, I left it in the skinhead's mailbox.
It wasn't until after looking at the photos that I realized I need to get the little Nazi's autograph. I had no idea how famous she is!
Recognize her?
She is the more proper New England version of this:
Shortly after I snapped that photo she went inside, which is my cue that it is safe to go outside. I put on my dog walking gear, call NutJob and we head out.
We walk down the street and around the corner where the back yard of the skinhead Nazi camp can be seen. I stopped dead in my tracks at the site before me: white sheets hanging on the skinhead's clothes line, nicely bleached and ready to go for the Saturday night Klan meeting.
Since I have an aversion to flaming crosses on my front yard, I hid behind a tree to take this photo of the sheets blowing in the wind, only partly visible through the pines.
Mr. Man and I rented the movie Valkyrie this weekend. Rather than return it to the video store, I left it in the skinhead's mailbox.
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12 comments:
You've caught MY neighbor on camera. It's amazing how she can be in two places at one time.
It looks like Nutjob needs a little snack. Maybe he can chomp on the neighbor!
RG: Our neighbors must be clones. I would love to let NutJob use the neighbor as a new squeaky toy!
Oy Vey, this looks too much like me scooping the Baby Harley poop in the back yard, with the sheets off the line on my back. I suppose this is why nobody (including the ex-cons across the street) in the hood (no pun intended) elects to not mess with me? It works!
I actually walked outside to see if there's anything even slightly similar to a skinhead nazi around here... seagulls are about as close as I came to a skinhead... and if you have one piece of popcorn or stale bread, you are in for a very noisy klan meeting, for sure... and this is the South too... hmmmm, better go out and check again tomorrow! Sunny, hot and humid so I'll go early...
Claire: The woman has no flowers, she has "people" cut the lawn for her and trim the weeds. I cannot imagine what she was doing out there in her Muck boots and khaki Nazi uniform. Hey, I've never met you yet I don't want to mess with you either.
TJ: She's the only skinhead Nazi I've come across here in Yankee Land. We have laughing gulls here, which to this day still crack me up! If you get sick of the sunny, hot and humid stuff, head north to Maine where it's November in June.
Maybe she's a ghost. Ever consider that? Hmmmmmm???
LL: No way is she a ghost. Possessed maybe, but not a ghost. Those were KKK sheets, not Casper sheets.
Dang I need to take my camera out more often.
*smile*
Sorry you got a skinhead for a neighbor? Would you like to swap for an illegal wetback?
Am I aloud to write that?
Guess I'll find out!
Ha!
Quirky: No thank you, I will keep the skinhead neighbor. You know that saying, "The devil you know is better than the devil you don't know."
PS: You can write whatever your little heart desires!
How can the skinhead tell you that you have 'the wrong colour eyes?'
By the way, the UK is drenched in hot sunshine. :)
Kudos to you. Too often I think to myself, "Damn if I only had my camera here." I'm glad you snapped the picture. I laughed about the DVD in their mailbox. Do it!!! Or just call them, scream "American History X" into the phone and hang up...
Adullamite: See, I am not of the Perfect Race according to her. No blond/blue eyes going on here. I think this is the only place on the planet in the June gloom.
The CC: I shot first, thought about it later. With my luck this will come back and bite me in the butt...probably on a lovely summer sunny day, too.
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