Day 111: Free Chicken

Our walking buddy entered the town of Carroll with a firm grasp on his other gift certificate. He approached the restaurant but discovered that it opened late, and he was too early. So the Fool got the next best thing, McDonald's. The WF walked another nine miles or so to the little town of Arcadia. He crossed railroad tracks to get a couple of bottles of soda from a machine, and had to race back to beat the distant, oncoming 2-mile-long train.

The next stop for the Fool was the town of Westside. He went into a gas station/convenience store and got an order of Cruisin' Fried Chicken. The 19-year-old working there was very impressed with our friend's travels. He offered the Fool all the leftover chicken at closing time. He was surprised that when the kid said all, he meant all. The young man proudly handed him a huge box bulging with about 10 pounds of fried chicken and potato wedges. The Fool thanked him and lugged his chicken booty through the rain.