The adventures of a Westcoast boy and a Midwestern Jewish girl as they discover the truth beneath the myths of the South, embrace rural life by starting a sustainable farm, and learn how to teach sociology.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Chicken...

in the mailbox. That was our most recent interaction with our neighbors. No, not live chickens for us to raise but chewed up fried chicken spit into our mailbox. They also broke off the little red flag.

1 comment:

  1. Yuck, both for the mess and the implications. Let's hope it was not specifically directed at you. Last week somebody left an old overstuffed sofa outside our back fence. Not something one wants to have to deal with, but fortunately Oak Park is helpful about such matters.

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