THe great adventure begins!
All Dad could talk about was fried chicken. Somewhere around Mile Marker 8 or 9, Dad and Alice found me. Sweaty. Disheveled.
I’d just been chased by a horse. Yes. Really. I expected to have to dodge wild animals on the Natchez Trace, but NOT horse animals.
Dad: We had to come all the way out here to tell you about this fried chicken we found.
Dad: Yeah. Best fried chicken I ever had in my life.
Dad: I ate two big ole pieces of it. Cook even came outta the kitchen and sang to me.
Me: What….pantpant…..did he……..sing?
Dad: That ole Sugar Pie Honey Bunch song.
Me: He sang THAT to YOU?
Alice: I think he was singing it to me, but—
Dad: YEAH! To ME! I can’t get any sweeter.
I wanted to SHOW him sweeter. Dang fried chicken. I thought about it…
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