I saw a piece of paper fluttering down our street after the garbage trucks rumbled by the other morning.
Man, I’ve got some interesting neighbors.
FollowIt’s In the Photograph
August 4, 2009
As if our town’s Turkeygate hasn’t been weird enough, I’ve been seeing the odd everywhere.
It started with a giant Mrs. Potato Head. That’s her on my left.
Can’t forget the gorgeous unicorn cake from MamaPop’s Sparklecorn Party. And, yes, the rump was delicious (cake made by Chicago’s Cake Girls and could be yours for a mere $1500!).
Back at home, there were twin double-yolk eggs that delighted the kids (and kind of scared me).
My son gained a little halo of plastic. As if I needed any proof that he was an angel.
And finally, a gas station that has its priorities straight.
Who knew Whoopie Pies were such a hot item?
I’m Pretty Sure the Bus Driver Would Never Shoot the Pigeon
August 3, 2009
The book was supposed to be called Don’t Let the Turkey Drive the Motorcycle.
Instead it will need to be renamed, Don’t Mess With the Motorcycle, Turkey, or the Police Will Pop a Cap Into Your Feathered Behind.
Yes, Freddy the turkey met with the long arm of the law and was shot to death on Friday by our town’s police.
What was the crime? An unnatural, some say obsessive, love of motorcycles. . . and donuts.
Freddy loitering outside our local Dunkin Donuts and trying to look nonchalant next to the hunka hunka burnin’ love next to him.
But, when Freddy flew in anger at a motorcyclist who tried to kick him, the jig was up. Under advisement from our state’s wildlife organization, this turkey had become too much of a nuisance and was not recommended for return to the wild.
(memorial erected in honor of Freddy)
RIP Freddy. It’s too bad more people can’t slow down enough to see the humor of a turkey that love donuts, motorcycles and strolling down a suburban street in broad daylight.
