Chicken Feed

Sus and the producer of radio is outstanding, the editor of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William N. Robeson. You know the old saw about the importance of trivial things, for the one of a nail was shoe was lost, for the one of a shoe the horse was lost and so on.

Take a dime, for instance. One thin dime, just chicken feet. Yet it can make the difference between life and death, as it does in the story you were about to hear. Listen then and ponder on the potential dimensions of trivia as Lloyd Bridges stars in Chicken Feed. Now the Lloyd Bridges in a tale well calculated to

keep you in. But it was a silly thing to fight over at me, but there it was. A dime. A measly thin dime. Chicken Feed. Of course that was only the beginning. See a junior asked for a dime and I flipped it over to him and after he left the room Mary said I shouldn't

spoil it. It was time we learned the value of money. And I said, well, great Scott, if I couldn't give my own child a dime without her jumping down my throat, you know those things get going.

Keep saying things you shouldn't and she lashes out with an answer before you know it. You've stormed out of the house and you're taking it out of the car. Fifty miles cool me down a little, but not much. I automatically slowed up when I came to the sign. You are now entering Lansing,

California. Go slow and see our town. Go fast and see our jail. Everybody knew Lansing. The speed track. Tough town. Driving in a normal speed through the quiet Sunday street gave me time to think of something besides the biting words. Mary and I had slubbed each other.