THAT'S NOT CHICKEN!

      When my youngest grandson, Grant, was only about six or seven he came up to stay with me in Marshalltown one weekend and it was lunch time. I decided to go to Haley's on North 3rd Avenue to get some really good broasted chicken In my opinion it is and was the best and something a little different than  McDonald's.

     When we got back to the deli part of the store, you could look down through the glass enclosure and see the various food items. When I pointed out the chicken and for Grant to decide what kind of  he wanted, he looked at it all with a puzzled look. He said, "that's not chicken!" " Yes it is" I replied and back and forth we went.

      I am not sure he ever got chicken at home and was thinking that chicken was supposed to be chicken strips or nuggets like you get at McDonald's. Of course, I said something like if you don't eat this we wouldn't go swimming later. I am not sure what he ate that day, but, I know I gave in and we went swimming. Times have and always will be changing!