When I was about 8 years old. We rented a house from the owners of an Antique store on the corner of Sitka street and State Avenue. I remember running behind my momma, trying to keep up with her. We walked about a mile, maybe a little less. I was a little boy you know. We walked into Kaija’s feed and walked out with a box full of baby chicks! I didn’t know what would become of those chicks at the end of the summer. Didn’t care right then. If momma told me we were going to eat them, I would have said, “Naw mom, your joshin me.” All summer,…