A Buck for a Cluck

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From the bottom of the black hole called the Great Depression, in the steamy depths of New York City, my grammy's mom had twenty-five cents to feed her family. It wasn't looking good.

Then she found a dollar underneath the elevator shaft.

She went to the Bronx Market and bought a mouthwatering chicken.

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Bob said…
I'll bet she had to pluck it herself or, if the market plucked it, she still had to burn off the roots of the feathers over the gas stove. I heard similar stories from old timers in Jersey City. Glad you liked the restaurant review. We should all get together and go to the Ironbound sometime for seafood.
September 12, 2007 at 10:59 PM
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