An incurable “wisher” – give me a falling star, horseshoe, four-leaf clover and a dose of “cross my fingers, toes and nose” (now that does not even make sense) for good measure any day. And I would suspect that this year’s incredibly bad weather combined with an on-going gloom & doom economy has made for lots of chicken soup for you. At least it has for me. So saving wishbones that I might have otherwise discarded has become an obsession. Now – if we could only get those wishbones a private consult with mother nature…

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