January 2013: Dear Grapevine
As he carried a little chick to me, I noticed the name on his shirt. I told him I'd been in AA.
My husband and I like to attend our county fair every August. A couple of years ago we were at the animal barns, when I spotted a sign that read: “Pet a Baby Chicken.” As a child on the farm, I used to love the baby chickens, so I asked the young tattooed attendant if he would show me one.
As he tenderly carried a little chick to me, I noticed the name on his shirt. I asked him if that was where he worked. “No,” he said, “actually, I’m looking for work. I just got out of prison.” I hesitated a moment and then told him I’d been in... Login to read more
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