When I was in college I sold books for Thompson Nelson Publishers. I was sent down to Bogalusa, Louisiana for the summer (the worst spot on the earth as far as I am concerned). I met a lot of strange people down there. I kept listening for the dueling banjos when I drove down some dirt roads.
I met a family that had a pet turkey. He wandered around their farm and was generally a fun (albeit strange) pet. I sold them some books and proceeded down the road. On my way back I was going a little too fast in my old 300D (1982 470K) rounded a corner and WHAM! Turkey feathers flew everywhere. I was still about a mile from the house with the pet turkey so it might not have been theirs. But, I did not stop to check. If you are wondering, you do not want to hit a 30 pound turkey with the grill of an old worn out 123. Donald H. Snook McDonald, Tinker, Skaer, Quinn & Herrington, P.A. 300 West Douglas P.O. Box 207 Wichita, Kansas 67201 0207 Tel. (316) 263-5851 This confidential message may be subject to the attorney-client privilege or protected by the attorney work-product doctrine. If you have recieved this message in error, please delete it and notify me.
