Most of us enjoy our fried chicken; I know I do. Only I prefer mine on a plate.
I ride my motorcycle up and down Main Street in Belleville and all too often I look down and see a chicken bone lying in the road.
People on cell phones definitely present a problem, but how could you come to terms if someone you knew were maimed or even killed by someone driving and gnawing on a drumstick?
I guess we should be thankful that the potatoes and gravy still come separate.
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Thomas L. Ripley