The show must go on


I have always had a fear of birds and this story did not help. Fred liked to give money to programs for very young children. He asked me to meet with six women at a local school who needed money for a dancing program. When I arrived at the school the women were standing out in front to welcome me. I was half a block away when a big bird landed in my hair. Soon my whole head was covered in lacquered hair spikes straight out of my scalp. The bird finally bent his claws and broke loose, taking a lot of hair with him as he flew away. With no mirror, I had no idea that I looked like a clown, so the ladies tried not to keep staring at me as they explained their program.