My name is Mr. Chickenfoot. I am an orator, a vocalist and a rabble rouser of some degree. As an educated man I speak 27 languages fluently…all of them English. I am sure you understand at least one of them and therefore will have no trouble following my yarn. Thus, one evening as I dropped my load from the Burlington Road, I chanced to see the spark of a campfire reflecting from the culvert that passed a dry ravine under the adjacent highway.