Yup, he is travelling with rubber chickens and business cards. On Monday, April 10 Hans showed up in Nashville, TN sans chickens. He had passed them all out (except of course for the official Rubber Chicken, which to date has ridden the Blue Ridge Parkway, sky-dived from 10,000 feet and been signed by the band members of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - but that is another story).
Sadly enough, Nashville - though a town of many delights - has a shortage of rubber chickens. Instead I gave Hans a stack of business cards with which to introduce himself to unsuspecting strangers. So on Tuesday, Hans set out to continue his cross-country journey with these business cards and a new quest - to find more rubber chickens. Happily, he found them in Little Rock, Arkansas. Apparently they were left over from the Clinton governorship.
