In the many decades of my life I have been raided by police, refused graduation by the College of Business at Ohio University, labeled with an abnormal mental condition by the American Psychological Association, told by the God of my childhood I was an abomination, and most recently witnessed a chicken joint proudly encourage intolerance and hate toward me. No matter I remain as gay as ever and am a happy member of the gentle subgroup who improves neighborhoods, excels in the arts, abhors violence, takes care of its own, and is remarkably funny.
I have returned to Guthrie's several times over the past weeks. For quality and price it is unbeatable. Guthrie's will be my place for chicken. Unless?