People who know me well are aware that I feel I must have at least one banana a day or I cannot function. So when my friend John Bale, who now lives in Conneticut, saw a truck full of bananas turn over on a street near his house, scattering  the fruit all over the roadway, he thought of me and in fact called me about it. Ironically I was suffering from a lack of bananas at the time and jokingly told him to ship some to me.  

This reminded  me of the time, many years ago,  when  a truck full of live chickens overturned on the Garden State Parkway and a friend of mine, Richie Harrison, who happened to be returning from his night job, came upon this hilarious scene and decided to take advantage of it by pulling over to the side of the road and grabbing one of those chickens and throwing the squawking bird into his car and then continuing his ride home to South Jersey. 

His wife, Alice was fast asleep  when he and the chicken arrived, and he decided to not disturb her and then tell her about his adventure the next day. Meanwhile he was left with the dilemma of what to do with the chicken he had brought from the car under his arm into the house. He decided to  just put it in the shower behind the curtain and then go to bed.  

All that caused a bit of commotion, waking poor Alice up and caused her to have an accident.  She and  the chicken wound up together in the bathroom and as she sat on the toilet, the chicken began  flying  around in the shower causing Alice to stand up and wet her pajamas. She called to her husband, “Richie, there is something in the shower.” And he just replied, “Go back to bed Alice. It’s just a chicken.”  

I believe I wrote about this incident in a previous column  which was bunched together with other columns about my husband and his crazy friends called  “Their own gang comedy”. Alice had recovered by the next day and after calling many friends and relatives about what had happened one of them told her that if she would deliver the chicken to her, she would  kill it and then pluck it and cook it. I know from experience when I was a kid that after one chop off the head of a chicken it will run  around, as if it is still alive due to the nerves in its body still being alive.

I didn’t hear whether this happened to whichever friend or relative Alice gave that chicken to but after googling it to find out more about why chickens are able to do that, I found that one chicken lived for months without its head. All that is creeping me out. I won’t be writing anymore  about crazy chickens in my next column, but I may write some other things about my husband’s crazy friends and the funny things they did.