A sometimes optimist, sometimes realist, ever-perplexed observer of true reality and the way she perceives it.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The Chicken
This morning on my drive to work I saw a chicken walking down Airport Boulevard through the morning fog. Not a pigeon. Not a seagull. A real-life red chicken like you might see on a farm somewhere in one of those red states. It was the highlight of my day.
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