Generated by AI May 12, 2024 I had to take my car in for routine service this week, a task that always takes a few hours of my day. I took the morning paper and my iPad to do some reading while I sat in the waiting room. I settled down next to another lady near my age who greeted me with a pleasant "Good morning", and of course I responded the same. We got started talking, comparing our aches and pains or something, just normal conversation between two strangers.  But somehow we began "swapping stories." She has always raised a few chickens in her yard and still does. She told me about her grandmother, Angie, who had a rooster that she loved very much.   Angie's Rooster Generated by AI May 12, 2024 Angie had trained the rooster to walk on a leash and go for walks with her. If she went to the local grocery store she would tie the rooster up outside; everybody knew that it was Angie's rooster.   In the summer when it was too hot to sleep in the house, Angie wo...