My 18-year-old daughter told me the other night that she was giving up fast food for 2008. I had no idea how to respond. I felt sucker punched. I thought about her as a little girl in the good old days when the “fast” in fast food wasn’t a bad word. My mind conjured up images of her mouth stuffed with chicken nuggets, of her digging through a Happy Meal to discover what toy she had received, of a little white mustache from the remnants of an ice cream cone. Where, oh innocence, have you ...
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