The day was cold, gray, and full of death as I was headed to a small graveyard in a small town, somewhere outside Tishomingo. I was helping a friend clean up a few family plots and, really, we couldn’t have picked a better day for stereotyped dreariness.
There was one light ahead, however: I asked my friend if we could stop in Tecumseh because I had recently heard about this convenience store called Granny’s Fried Chicken, 617 W. Walnut St., a little-known place that, apparently, had some of the best chicken in Oklahoma. But, then again, they all do, right?