A Little late for Thanksgiving, a little early for Christmas, but the Weekly Dig has an article on the butcher shop behind that haunting sign in east Cambridge:

It’s one of the more puzzling quirks of the local cultural consciousness that Gould’s shop is almost universally known, yet few know what actually happens inside or what “Live Poultry Fresh Killed” even means.

What it means is this: Mayflower Poultry kills chickens on-site. They kill lots of them. They do this because fresh poultry—meat that, a few hours before, was live poultry—tastes a whole lot better than the shrink-wrapped garbage you buy at the grocery store.

imageBut Mayflower Poultry’s famous sign doesn’t just alert pedestrians to the fact that several hundred animals a week are getting slaughtered in the middle of a dense residential neighborhood—a modern zoning curiosity if there ever was one. In many ways, Mayflower is a throwback to a commercial model that’s 30, 40 or 50 years in the past—when modestly appointed specialty stores formed the backbone of the consumer economy.

After two week’s absence, you were expecting more?

Too bad.

The Simpsons has gotten old and tired. I mean really, yet another episode making fun of military recruiting? And after all that hype about there being a preview of next summer’s Simpson’s movie, the preview winds up giving absolutely no sense of what the movie is about, nothing but an announcement that a movie is coming up.

Whoopie.

Seriously. They should try being funny again, and drop the dumb political crap. If they’re capable.