by
Davy Crockett Reincarnated
Being Davy Crockett Reincarnated can be a burden ~ but I bare this burden with coy joy ~ because being a reincarnated American folk hero is, to be blunt, an honor & an adventure.
For example, this afternoon when I delicately balanced my old soiled hat upon my head and stepped outdoors for a stroll, the hat turned into a live raccoon. And the raccoon talked. As I strolled through the neighborhood we had a pretty good conversation ~ my hat and I. This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t a reincarnated folk hero.
After a few introductory remarks, politics came up, as it often does when the conversation is with yours truly. As I strolled along the avenue, this furry critter with the ringed tail atop my head said, “What’s the big deal about keeping Obama in the White House?”
“What kind of question is that?,” squinted I. “There’s about a hundred big deals why we wanna keep President Barack Obama in the White House. Which big deal do you wanna know about?”
My raccoon friend squirmed around above my brow, grew still and said, “The most important.”
I dodged some shade as it was getting nippy outside and sunshine is warmer than shade. I had to cross the street in order to keep light on the fascinating subject that we were discussing. The hopeful re-election of the president was only a few days away. I mused, “So you want to know what the number one big deal is why we want to keep President Obama in the White House, do you?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the raccoon.
“That’s easy, brother,” said I.
We passed a family pushing a baby carriage along the sidewalk and trailing a straggly mutt. Looking raggedy and homeless, they plodded along in the opposite direction. Cars were honking and screeching like they do in this particular locale ~ which I will not disclose ~ for I am presently caught-up in a secret-agent assignment from the White House. That’s right, Davy Crockett Reincarnated, besides being a folk hero from a bygone era, is also the White House’s favorite secret-agent.
To the living breathing hat on my head I said, “We don’t want to kick that cute little Black family out of the White House. That would be one unforgivable heartless act!”
There was no reply. There was no reaction. I took my hat off and looked at it. It was the same old soiled hat that it was the day before. It was no longer a raccoon!
I slammed it back on my head and finished the conversation anyway ~ “And that’s the number-one reason for keeping Obama in the White House.”
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