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A few of us are doing a fundraiser to help out the local American Legion buy coats for kids at Christmas. They have done it about twenty years and we decided, hey, what the heck. Maybe we can help out a little bit.

So, my friend Gator, which is not his name but when I asked him what he wanted to be called here, he said this was his nickname when he was in high school. Gator it is. Anyway, I think he loves his grill more than breathing so he’s decided to put on his chef hat on Oct. 18 and grill chicken for the fundraiser at Mabel’s favorite bar, The Stable.

As we went over details last night, foraging through intense budgets and how we were the grooviest cats in town, I told him I was going to see if Tyson would donate 30 chickens?

“30 Chickens?” he looked at me. “I can’t grill 30 chickens. You are going to have ask for quarters.”

I realized that I was being a bit over the top when he gave me a look that combined amusement and frustration at my lack of grilling skills.

So I asked Gator to write down what he wanted me to get.

He gave me this:

He was laughing when he gave it to me. I think his disembodied chicken is one of the finest drawings I’ve ever seen.

Also know, he told me not to put it on this blog, which he has recently began to read. I did it anyway.

Heh.