SALAD DAY

As far as I know, Shakespeare is credited with coining the phrase Salad Days. I forget which of his 37 plays it's in. It wouldn't be hard to find. But the teacher that's still left in me expects you to find it. To hone your google skills.

Of course, its meaning is similar to green or green horn. Days of youthful naivete.

One thing I've always enjoyed, maybe since Art Linkletter's day, was the innocent questions kids pose. Like the one earlier this week when a young one asked President Obama why people hated him. Whoa! Now, that's some salad.

But you don't have to be young to be green. Some hunter friends of mine, and I have many, used to take their kills to a tavern in MTV and give them away. It was primarily a hang out for Blacks, so when my White buds showed up, the patrons would know they had some wild game to take home.

Once when the killings were slim; that is, no pheasants, quail, or ducks, Les announced that they had doves to give away.

One of the regulars asked salad-like, "What the _____ a dove is?" Not "what the bleep is a dove?" But his syntax has stayed with me to this day, even though I was no where around when he uttered those words.

I wonder if dove tastes like chicken?