I will. There used to be a wholesale nursery here called in town. It was owned by the husband of a lady who ran the #1 very best local retail nursery in town for years when we first moved here in 1992. She retired at one point and two of her employees took over the nursery and it was still great. Then a new owner bought the property they were renting and raised their rent so steeply they had to close the business. But the original lady's husband still ran the wholesale place, and they had one of these big purple concrete chickens at the entrance to the long dirt road that leads down there. That's where he first saw one. Then he thought it was like the most perfect coincidence the first time he saw the purple chicken going to Daytona, like it was saying it was meant to be that he get one. Now the purple chicken at the nursery is gone, they sold the wholesale plant nursery to a marijuana growing outfit. Go figure.
