Well I'm going to attempt to Bar-B-Q a dead chicken on my fire-escape this afternoon. This in honor of the slave holding founding looters. Btw I made my own BBQ sauce. I used a recipe from my Dad's cook book. He wrote all sorts of odds, and ends in the many notebooks he left behind. For example in a ledger from November 1957 he notes the various utility bills he'd paid. That as well as some itemized grocery lists. Bread was .19 cents?!! Milk was .23 cents a bottle, and gas for our dear old Buick was .20 cents a gallon. Get this he notes a 'five pound' bag of oranges was .25 cents!! He further wrote, "...new shoes for Sidney, I was seven,..$4.50" My heavens, and today kids demand $200. sneakers to keep up the the Crips in the school yard. Oh America where have you gone?