I wish my company would offer another buyout. I'd pounce on that year's severance, and haul ass. Spend three or four months in an RV, crisscrossing this great nation (which Woodie Guthrie thought belonged to the peasants, but it don't, do it? They just get to toil on it).
I would travel the backroads, and do nothing but take pictures of scarecrows in cornfields. That would make a hell of a coffee table book.
Because the scarecrow is a metaphor for Stay off my property, you fucking tresspasser! You interloper! Quit shitting on my corn!
Yeah, the scarecrow is an American icon. It speaks to me. I sure would like that buyout.
Yes. Sounds like a plan. So, then what ya gonna do?
Posted by: Key at August 1, 2005 10:23 PM