souvenirs from the space-time continuum
Some longtime Fruita residents, gathered at the Monument Cafe for coffee, also remember Mike - 'he was a big fat chicken who didn't know he didn't have a head' - 'he seemed as happy as any other chicken.'This is really bizarre. Makes one wonder about things, it does. Mike is long gone, but you can still enter a" Run Like a Chicken" 5K run in his honor. I don't even dare ask myself what possessed me to blog this. I think it's because I have "brains" on my mind. Nature is ever seeking life. Goodnight Gracie.