If you have looked through my album, you will find a larger-than-life metal sculpture of a rooster. NO, its not in Kansas but there is a story behind it. It's located in a small, rural town in the far northeastern part of Clay County, Missouri. My Dad was born in Floodville, otherwise known as Mosby, in 1928. He'd tell everyone who would stand still long enough that he was a cock from Roosterville. Folks, Roosterville does exist. They even have an airport.
And so it goes, I found this cock, rather rooster, in Floodville. Standing erect and upright, you can sure tell its designer is justifiably proud of their skill. Actually, I'm not much into Americana art and its form, but the cock did grab my attention. Too bad Dad isn't alive to see it. It might even bring a smile to his face.
By the way, Roosterville is west southwest of Floodville...as the crow flies, that is. Want to know more, just drop me a line. I'm sure we can talk about more than just cocks. And for all of my gay friends, when you've seen this cock, you'll never crow 'any cock'll dooo' again...they just won't measure up. kG
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