Stopped on the way home today to pick up a chicken BBQ dinner. It was offered at a local church. All the volunteers were in their 60s and 70s.  As I was waiting for my dinners, a young well dressed women walked up. She began asking questions about whether the chicken was organic, and how it was cooked.   Finally one of the older volunteers said ‘Honey if you have to ask, this is obviously not the BBQ for you.”

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