Christmas began with a string.

It was a thick cotton string. Well worn and looked as if passed down from generation to generation. It had one purpose only. To connect from corner to opposite corner up above in our little East L A living room. The string was taken out of the Christmas paraphernalia box each year to hang acrossContinue reading “Christmas began with a string.”

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”