on this day, ten years ago, my pet chicken Bob passed away...but, like a lot of things, theres a back story to Bob coming to live at my house...after the next door neighbor passed, his son had the job of selling the house...the first thing he did, was to make a bee-line for my porch...he DEMANDED that I get my motorcycles out of the driveway between our houses...and went on to rant and rave about my dirty biker friends stopping in at all hours...he said he would never sell the house with the likes of me and my scooter tramp buddies hanging out when the Realtor brought people to look at the house...true enough...I saw several leave skid marks leaving...so I got Bob, and turnd him loose in the yard...why, you ask ? ...cause nuthin spells white trash like free runnin poultry...it took him four years to sell the house...a friend bought it at a bargain price...Bob and I became fast friends, and I took to going around Jamestown with him under my arm...his best and only trick was I could hypnotize him for people to see...people started referring to me as that crazy chicken man, and they would avoid me...that I liked...I took him to the annual Bean Festival, but I wasnt allowed to take him on the ferris wheel...I think that made Bob sad, so we never went back...but poor Bob, has gone to that Big Pot of Noodles in the Sky ...and I miss him...
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 01:32:22 +0000
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