Russell Chatham was born on this day in 1939.
November Evening, 2010
From "The Great Duck Misunderstanding" ...
Before long, rice and sauce cover the table. Lemon wedges lie scattered about. French bread is torn loose. Each bite of rare, juicy meat is a new thrill, wild duck being something like a cross between filet mignon and fresh deer heart, only with more flavor than either.Our wine glasses become increasingly grease-smeared as we pick up each carcass and suck down to the bare bone and gristle. We carelessly gulp the fancy vintages. Our shirt fronts are ruined. Juice and blood run from elbows on to knees and the floor. The room is blurred. We belch, fart, laugh, and groan.As the carnage winds down I think about my date and wonder if it’s too late, but the face of the clock refuses to come into focus. I find a mirror and what I see there can only be described as soiled.