
Freddie Cleveland reeked of cooking grease. He’d battered, fried, boiled, basted, fricasseed and cooked chicken every way imaginable. He made it every day, one way or another. The smell never went away, never left his clothing. He figured it would …
Freddie Cleveland reeked of cooking grease. He’d battered, fried, boiled, basted, fricasseed and cooked chicken every way imaginable. He made it every day, one way or another. The smell never went away, never left his clothing. He figured it would …