Feedel wasn’t always a beat poet, in fact before he became one he had never before entertained the idea.
Feedel was 44 years into a career as a turkey sexer, he was head of the department at the largest Turkey Fromagerie this side of Gwilton. He had a loving husband, three more or less stable children, fourteen grandchildren, a ferret, and a negatively geared investment property. From the outside and by almost every measure, Feedel’s life was good.
So what caused him to pause on the job, poult in hand and start riffing?
An aneurysm it turns out.