You’re driving to work. Already running late. Cruising down Lincoln hoping to get to your desk before your boss notices when suddenly traffic stops. A line of cars in both directions patiently wait for… turkeys?
If you’ve lived on the South Hill for any amount of time, you’ve probably encountered a turkey traffic jam. Flocks of turkeys slowly and methodically crossing the road. All taking their sweet time, oblivious to the fact that people have places to be.
And yet, we afford them the time and grace…