My chicken article was published today in the Mormon Times, and I thought I would share a picture of the chick I referenced with all of you.

This is the chick my brother received when he asked his date for the high school dance. I have to say, this whole to-do was pretty impressive. It sure beats some of the lame ways I asked girls out in when I was a teenager.

In case you haven’t read the article yet, here’s a brief as to why I decided to write about this chicken.

Though I was born in Provo, Utah, and have a lot of great memories there, the city just seems to come up with some really stupid laws and ordinances. Truth be told, all the blame can’t rest on the city; city officials just try to cater to its residents. We all need to point the blaming finger on ourselves.

…and of course, every city has its idiosyncrasies. I’m just voicing My Opinion.

But, don’t get me started on I15 traffic, or south of BYU campus parking restrictions, or the PoPo (cops) crashing house parties. (Did I mention that house parties in Utah rarely, if ever, have alcohol?) Yeah, who knew you could have so much fun without getting drunk, and the cops still show up?

(Note: I actually attended a party at a friends house one evening. Total number of people: 10. We were heavily engrossed with a game of Settlers of Catan — a board game. We had music in the background, and… you guessed it. The cops showed up to break up the party. Apparently, we look suspicious?)

Anyway, I digress. I wanted to post the pic of the chick, and you got more than you asked for.

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