When I was a kid, growing up in rural west Tennessee in the ’60s and ’70s, the Devil was everywhere. I first met him as a toddler, when I ran across him in my mother’s pantry. There he was, not one image of him, but several: a tiny, red, horned stick-figure of a devil. He had a sinister, pointy tail and held an even more sinister-looking pitchfork, as he danced on a snow-white piece of paper wrapped around a can of Underwood Deviled Ham.

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