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I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.

The Golden State/Sooner State connection. Having grown up in a tiny house near a major industrial area in Los Angeles, we were just down wind from the B F Goodrich tire factory. Almost in the shadow of the Willard Battery water tower. Just north of the railroad tracks near the Union Pacific switching yards. AContinue reading “I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.”

Butchy the chicken whisperer, chap 2

I didn’t become a chicken whisperer just by ordinary means. No sir! It first starts by knowing how to hypnotize a chicken. Not an easy thing to do while wearing wire rim glasses. It takes practice and a willingness to get one’s hands dirty. Try holding a 12-pound Rhode Island Red by its feet. IContinue reading “Butchy the chicken whisperer, chap 2”