ChickenJack’s House of Chicken, Jack.

I am tearing down my chimney.  Saying it that way sends shudders down my spine.  Thoughts of being smacked in the noggin by a stray piece of cinderblock certainly factors in my fear.  Also on the list are:

This freaking thing runs through the center of my house from basement to roof.

I am going to have to tear out some walls to get to the thing.

I am going to have to learn to sheetrock.

It is going to be MESSY.

Can you say, “Hole in the roof?”

I wonder if there is GOLD in there somewhere…

I wonder if there is a dead (insert something dead and ooky here) in there somewhere…

Anyway, I am having AM (My roommates dad and the master of all things fixy come take a look at it this weekend to see if I am crazy for attempting this.  He and a fellow I used to work with seem to think that this will be a hard job, but not a difficult job.  Gobot seems to think otherwise.  Of course, I think he is just mad he can’t stab the thing down.