The little red signs that made you smile. For at least a mile.

Roadside Poetry (updated) The little red sequential fencepost signs sponsored by Burma Shave cream with clever and whimsical rhymes out on the pre-interstate highways of mid-century America. In her room Tilting a broom Learning nuclear physics Watching on Zoom. BURMA SHAVE There would be four or five one by three-foot signs posted off the highwayContinue reading “The little red signs that made you smile. For at least a mile.”

He could perform supernatural magic with his three red feathered chickens.

Butchy the chicken whisperer He doesn’t like to compare himself to Harry Potter but Butchy the chicken whisperer has magical mystical powers over his following of chickens. Three in all. All Rhode Island Reds named Manny, Moe, and Jack. A trio of cluckers who think they have special divining powers to find buried treasures. AfterContinue reading “He could perform supernatural magic with his three red feathered chickens.”

What you have to do when your credentials fail you.

If you remember the last time we got together I mentioned to you I was a chicken whisperer. I chose this vocation because wearing cheap wire rim glasses disqualifies me to be what I really wanted to be. Roy Rogers. Roy Rogers does not wear glasses. I wear glasses. And yes, broke them three orContinue reading “What you have to do when your credentials fail you.”

Okies at school. Not all schools were this bad.

Charlie Boy the Okie sixth grader. This was 1956 in the sixth grade. My sixth grade teacher’s name was, and I’m not joking, Miss Longnecker. This is the truth. She was a “plus-size” woman. Fat and sometimes used a cotton braded rope as a belt for her tint size dress. She had long thin spindlyContinue reading “Okies at school. Not all schools were this bad.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.

Both of my sisters don’t wear glasses. So, why me? Why do I have to wear glasses? I’m a boy. A boy shouldn’t wear glasses. My sisters should wear glasses but don’t. Why not! But come to think of it, Teddy Roosevelt wore glasses He was a cowboy of sorts but didn’t sing. Right? HeContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.

Take them off or leave them on. It’s really interesting when I take off my glasses I look just like Gene Autry. You know the singing Cowboy. But some say I sometimes look like Mr. McGoo. But with my glasses off I have a tendency to walk in to closed doors or step in dogContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.

Being a Chicken Whisperer that wears glasses I am often speckling up my lenses. I hate to stop and clean my lenses. It’s troublesome. I have to go inside and hold them under running warm water and moosh in some hand soap. Then rinse them off and dry them off. So to say the leastContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8

Let me know if you know how to hypnotize a chicken. Just raise your hand if you do. It’s not easy. It’s a combination of laying on of hands and having a strong will. The chicken needs to know you are completely in charge. A steady unwavering gaze into the chicken’s eye and steady whisperingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 7.

My oldest sister said I look like a miniature bookkeeper with my wire rim glasses. She said all I need is a green eye shade. I hate my glasses. I just don’t know how many pairs of glasses I broke. Broken while pushing and shoving. Wrestling and fist fights at school or at church. ButContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 7.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 6.

I’ll lay it straight out to you. Had I never ever had to wear glasses on my face, I would not be a Chicken Whisperer. No! Never! I would have easily chosen to be the Lone Ranger. But, as you know, the Lone Ranger never wore glasses. Contacts maybe under his black face mask. ButContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 6.”