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Takes me back to when I was about 10-12 years old.

Every time something didn't go exactly planned, I would make a "****
comment".

Chicken, bull, hog, it made no difference, I used them all at will.

One day my mother, a red headed fire eater of German extraction, said,

"Lewis Arthur, you seem to be quite an expert on ****, especially
chicken ****, so I have a question for you".

(You know you are in trouble when your mother addresses you using your
middle name).

"I'll try", I answered.

"Well chicken **** consists of white stuff and dark stuff". she said.

"The dark stuff is chicken **** but do you know what the white stuff
is", she asked.

I didn't answer, not knowing what to say.

Finally she said, "Well the white stuff is also chicken ****".

Score another one for mom.

She turned 100 this spring, and is still a step ahead of me.

Lew