Check him out!
It just sat in the driveway with his personalized plates on it, RAF 35, his initials and the age he was when he got the car. It was a pretty long driveway but when you got to the back of the house where the car port was, there was only about a 4 foot wide clearance in order to get into the backyard itself.
As I came into the backyard with my little blue bike with the banana seat he looked up at me, shot me a look and said, “You scratch my car with your bike and we’ll be fighting like 2 mad dogs”, and then just went back to reading his paper in his lawn chair, just as cool as could be.
Anyway as my aunt laughed and said that that sounded like something my grandfather would say she went into a story that has happened after Easter when she was young.
Back in the day at Easter time (I guess), and probably somewhere in the country, (my grandparents lived in Hollis Queens at the time) people gave their children chicks or bunnies as gifts at Easter.
I assume with the chicks they didn’t think this plan all the way through, because according to my aunt with in about 4 or more months the chicks were full grown and the Rooster was crowing in the morning.
She says she came home from school one day, being the first of the 3 sisters to get there, and she went to the back to check on the chickens and they weren’t there, but there were feathers flying all over the driveway.
When she asked him where they were he said that the man from the came to pick them up and then later that night they had some little chickens for dinner…