Gizzards

Occasionally while my brother Wren and I were students at LSU. our mother would take  the bus from El Dorado to visit with us. This was one of those times.

There was a new restaurant in town that offered all the friend chicken you could eat for a bargain price of $2.49. We simply had to go there. When we arrived Wren noticed that they offered fried chicken gizzards on the menu. This had been one of his childhood favorites, so he ordered these. He must have eaten at least two dozen while we all ate supper together. He dearly loved them.

Later that night we received a call from his wife at the hospital. Wren had been admitted for an acute attack of appendicitis. He recovered shortly from the operation and probably has not eaten another gizzard since this.