The third Thursday was always the favourite day of the month. That was when we had chicken. Mawma would send me and my siblings out at dawn to walk the 65 miles to the nearest Ohio chicken farm, pausing only to nibble on some road signs or trees for breakfast on the way and taking… Read more »
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