Saturday Chicken Reading


Every year I spend some time in a tiny apartment in Paris, seven stories above the mayor’s offices for the 11th arrondissement. The Place de la Bastille – the spot where the French revolution sparked political change that transformed the world – is a 10-minute walk down a narrow street that threads between student nightclubs and Chinese fabric wholesalers.

Twice a week, hundreds of Parisians crowd down it, heading to the marché de la Bastille, stretched out along the center island of the Boulevard Richard Lenoir.

Blocks before you reach the market, you can hear it: a low hum of argument and chatter, punctuated by dollies thumping over the curbstones and vendors shouting deals. But even before you hear it, you can smell it: the funk of bruised cabbage leaves underfoot, the sharp sweetness of fruit sliced open for samples, the iodine tang of seaweed propping up rafts of scallops in broad rose-colored shells.

Threaded through them is one aroma that I wait for. Burnished and herbal, salty and slightly burned, it has so much heft that it feels physical, like an arm slid around your shoulders to urge you to move a little faster. It leads to a tented booth in the middle of the market and a line of customers that wraps around the tent poles and trails down the market alley, tangling with the crowd in front of the flower seller.

In the middle of the booth is a closet-size metal cabinet, propped up on iron wheels and bricks. Inside the cabinet, flattened chickens are speared on rotisserie bars that have been turning since before dawn. Every few minutes, one of the workers detaches a bar, slides off its dripping bronze contents, slips the chickens into flat foil-lined bags, and hands them to the customers who have persisted to the head of the line.

Cluck cluck @ TG

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14 Responses to Saturday Chicken Reading

  1. Micki says:

    Welcome to a new day…much different than what we’ve known…


  2. Den says:

    He can bark all he wants but he is still chained to existing laws.


  3. Carol ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ says:

    Bob slept all day and night until 4:00 a.m. when I had to give him his hit or morphine. Friend Jasna was here, Jill, Pete & Nicholas and Bob’s doctor showed up. He checked Bob out and sat on the floor by his bed, leaning it against it and he stayed and socialized with us for a couple ours. We had lots of laughs and thank goodness Jasna was here, she is so smart and funny. She studied chemistry, her husband works at Dow where she used to and Bob’s doctor was into chemistry during his college years so they could talk shop.

    Jasna slept on the couch and set her cell phone to wake her up to wake me up at 4:00 a.m. Back to bed until around 6:00 Bob called out, asking to go to bed. I jumped right up. We sat in the LR with him and as the house went by she snapped out of it and for god’s sake, he has been mostly lucid ALL day! He made jokes. We were warned that that would happen, but I’m liking it.

    Nurse came again, a different one, and she was great. Learned a LOT more from her. We got his bed straightened out, the sheet was all bunched up and it bothered the crap out of my OCD, lol. Jasna went back up to Midland around 2:00, eventually Brian joined us. We all had fun with Bob. He even wanted a cup of coffee! Brian had brought some applesauce they had in the fridge, he ate one of those little cups, even licking it out.

    One of Jill’s friend showed up with chilli and cornbread and an apple pie. Bob at a small piece, than another one. He wanted more coffee.

    Nurse told me to crush an Ativan, mix it with a dose of morphine twice a day, would help his breathing…both drugs. I’m not happy now. He had it at 4:00, he’s confused again. He wasn’t confused on the morphine alone, I think the Ativan was a bad idea.

    I’m afraid to leave him alone in the LR, afraid he’ll try to pull the catheter out but I dashed in here to give you an update. I feel better now that I wrote to you, so I’m out of here. I’ll dash back to my computer when I think I can sneak away to make my internet rounds. I already opened the Lansing State Journal for my next sprint to this room.


  4. Micki says:



    What are the side effects of lorazepam 0.5 mg?
    Less serious side effects may include:
    drowsiness, dizziness, tiredness;
    blurred vision;
    sleep problems (insomnia);
    muscle weakness, lack of balance or coordination;
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    nausea, vomiting, constipation;
    appetite changes; or.
    skin rash.
    Ativan (Lorazepam) Patient Information: Side Effects and Drug … › ativan-drug › patient-i…


  5. Den says:

    Happy innards are important, introducing chemicals that the body has no clue how to deal with throws a BIG monkey wrench into bodily operation.


  6. David B. Benson says:

    Typical 24 minutes to the Old Post Office, which has a full house.


  7. Den says:

    I see Larry Flynt is offering a $10Mil reward for the dirt to get rich boy impeached. LINK

    Back in the late 70’s I worked on forklifts, one of my customers was Leisure Time Products ran by Larry’s brother Jimmy, mail order sex toy suppliers. They would hire wigged out bozos that would tip their forklifts over because the were too wigged out to drive. I would have to do a service call tipping the forklift back up with another forklift, refilling fluid etc. I was always sent away with an armload of Hustler magazines for the boys back at the shop, droolers every one.

    Looking back at places I’ve been I even amaze myself sometimes.

    What a long strange trip it has been.


  8. Den says:

    Time to bury the hatchet?


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