A year ago I saw a chicken clucking along the curb on Stockton in Chinatown, an obvious escapee. I cheered! Then it hopped down into the street, and I watched in horror as it made for the center of the avenue with only its limited brain stem to guide it. And then there came the 30 Muni, barreling down upon it ... It drove over the little fella and when it passed, there he was, still intact, still clucking and plodding his stupid little way across the street. Hurray! But then it sunk in that he may have escaped death by bus, Gentle Reader, but this chicken would never make it out of Chinatown alive. Out of the wok and into the fire, as they... More >>>