backforthmenu He is Always Talking About Radio Programs He’s Heard. We’re driving somewhere. The book store, I think. His mouth is talking and smoking a Salem between sentences. “There’s this thing called egg addling. I heard about it on the radio. I guess there’s a ton of Canadian Geese back East somewhere—I can’t remember the town. (pause to smoke) So many of them, they’re makin’ planes crash and shittin’ all over the place—3 pounds per bird, per day, they said... a lot of shit. The locals are bummed because the tourists are claiming they won’t be coming back, and so they all decided to do something. (pause to smoke) They can’t just shoot ‘em ‘cause it ain’t humane, right? So they came up with this thing where they run around, find the nests, pull the eggs out carefully and shake ‘em up real good. Then they put ‘em back in the nest. (pause to smoke) Egg addling.” It’s quiet for a bit, then adds, “Do you think any of them live after that? After they been addled? Like they come out retarded or something. Maybe with broken wings...” (flicks Salem out open window) 9/9/99