Pulled Versions of Me

Poor Frank Perdue
The man enters the gates of heaven after faithfully serving human kind for decades as America’s chicken guru. Feeding generations with the original white meat since his boyhood days in the Eastern Shores of Maryland with this father’s company ‘Perdue and Son’.

This kind patriarch of poultry whos voice and likeness graced television screens for years died Thursday, April 2nd.  I can’t help but think of Frank Perdue entering the gates of heaven. The feeling of calm and relaxation on his shoulders. Face and body filled with youthful vigor. All the stress, pain, and pressure of earthly existence far behind him during those first few fleeting moments.

As he stands in line to be welcomed in by Saint Peter, his heart is filled with gladness as he prepares to meet family and friends who’ve left their earthly existence lo so many decades before him - Suddenly, HE GET"S BUMPED. Some punk angel yells "Dude, get out of the way", the Pope’s on his way. "But wait" the now youthful Frank reply’s, "I’ve got over 80 years of chicken stories and I’m getting pushed aside."

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 5th, 2005 at 8:46 am and is filed under Current Affairs. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.