Sacred Chicken

I was 58 years old when I first met my big brother. I have had knowledge of him since around 9th grade. While living with my dad in 81-82 or so, we visited my grandpa for Thanksgiving.

By a survivor of the Sacred Chicken It started on a ‘rain-slick ‘any ole day’ in mid ’92, I guess. Actually it wasn’t wet from the rain but that line seemed kind of the right thing to type. Ya know? Yeah, anyway, when I moved into that whitewashed lunatic barn that I called home at […]