Chicken for dinner? The leftovers are stinking up Maryland

Growing up on the Eastern Shore, my middle school classmates and I went to the chicken plant in Salisbury. It’s still there on Route 50, at the Wicomico River. Flatbed trailers were stacked high with crates pulled into the loading docks, the birds inside stunned into stillness by their open-air ride from some long, low chicken house where they’d spent their whole 59-day lives.