Mine is that too.
I still have nightmares from watching Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds in English class (the teacher was the spinster aunt of "John Goodman" but we won't go into that)And then, not two days later, wild turkeys are dropping out of the sky as I'm waiting for the bus. Drunk. Dead drunk. Wild turkeys.Yes, I'm serious.Now before you finish with the 'My God, what rural hellhole did you grow up in' thought, I still live in the suburbs of Albany (NY) or as we like to call it, smAlbany.Yeah, within easy stalking distance of Walt (WMBYS/Dial H)
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