Dancing Chicken at Al Deppe’s
Reflections on a younger brother, gone too soon.
She was always there, looking at me askance through her glass enclosure, both of us wondering which one was the dancing chicken. She never thought of herself a chicken at all. She was a paid fortune teller in the arcade section in back of the most hallowed hot dog diner in the history of Staten Island. Millie, the Dancing Chicken at Al Deppe’s.
Grown …
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