Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to San Juan
Bautista.
Pretty good yolk, right?
Or did it put you in a fowl mood?
I realize the great chicken controversy has left egg on your
faces.
But please don’t get hard-boiled or scrambled about it. Enough
feathers have been ruffled.
Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to San Juan Bautista.
Pretty good yolk, right?
Or did it put you in a fowl mood?
I realize the great chicken controversy has left egg on your faces.
But please don’t get hard-boiled or scrambled about it. Enough feathers have been ruffled.
In fact, I think it’s time to stop all of this constant cackling and show some mission control.
I have had a love/hate relationship with chickens ever since growing up on the South Side of Chicago.
There is nothing finer than the sight and smell of a meaty chicken breast, thigh or leg sizzling in a frying pan or atop a smoky barbecue grill. Pass the mumbo, please.
One of my favorite old signs back home are from the Harold’s franchises, where a neon butcher swings a hatchet at a chicken that leaps just out of the way.
After leaving the site of some of the best chicken in the country – Kansas City is right there as well – I had a funny encounter with a larger version.
It was during a rare baseball rain delay at the old Jack Murphy Stadium in San Diego back in the early 1980s.
I wound up in the press elevator with none other than the San Diego Chicken mascot. He had his head off – not his real head, but his chicken head – and was swearing up a storm about getting caught in the rain.
I thought it was a pretty funny sight at the time and so did my buddy L.A. Ray, whom I had snuck in with an extra pass.
Well, the San Diego Chicken didn’t like my snickering or comment and a shoving match between me and the chicken ensued in the elevator. No, I am not making this up.
Me and Ray got off at the next floor before any punches were exchanged, but it still ranks as my favorite chicken story.
Now, of course, the Famous San Diego Chicken, Ted Giannoulas, is worth more than a million dollars and I have $12.50 in my checking account.
If only my dad had changed his speech to me right after high school from “Son, you should go to college and make a better life for yourself” to “Son, here’s $20. Run down to Al’s Costume Shop and buy a giant chicken suit and make a better life for yourself.”
So don’t be a dumb cluck about the chicken controversy in San Juan Bautista.
It could be worse.
Just check out the San Benito County seat, where the talk these days is about vultures – and maybe even jailbirds.
