And now for something completely differentI wanted to add this strange story, but it didn't seem to fit in with the other posting, as wide ranging as it turned to out to be.
At the Sacramento Internation Airport (Mexico and Canada are the only foreign destinations served) I ran into a fighting cock handler. Before you get the wrong idea, he does not work in the adult enteratainment industry. He holds fighting chickens, before they go to their death in the ring. He was quite proud of his accomplishments, and happened to be chatting up a Guamanian woman when I started paying attention to him in line at the gate. It turns out her recently deceased husband, leaving her a widow with two young children, had been an inveterate cockfighting gambler, who apparently never worked a day in life. Mr. Cock Handler goes on about the glamorous world of cockfighting and hobnobbing with important people in the cock pits of the developing world while we wait for our Alaskan Airways flight to Seattle. It turns out Cock guy is attending a lavish wedding reception in Seattle that is being held by an important Philipino family. I asked where the wedding was being held, and whether there would be cock fighting.
Is this pushing the bounds of a blog about a band?
I might remind you of the importance of the chicken to the blues.
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