I’m Not Your Chickenman


Let me set this one up: After our visit with Gwen and Clark we are preparing to leave Hanna . They have a cooked chicken we are to take with us. Marilyn asks me if I brought the chicken in last night (as in brought from their house to our motohome and put in our fridge). Now after a total of 45 years of marriage (not all to the same woman, but the basic rules of marriage always apply) I won’t repeat what I thought, but what I said was “I’m not your chickenman’ and immediatley flashed back over 40 years to Chickenmanhe’s everywhere, he’s everywhere!

 Where that came from I don’t know, but wow, I loved Chickenman, he was and maybe still is, my hero. I think Chickenman changed the way I look at life. In fact, when I think about it, all sorts of things are starting to make sense.

Anyway, if your scroll down that page you just opened, you can catch the first episode of “the most fantastic crime fighter the world has ever known.”