Leave it to Garrison Keillor to boil down the healthcare crisis, as only he can.
Speaking of, a group of us went to McDonald's for lunch today because a co-worker was there to collect for the Ronald McDonald House.
The healthiest among us got a salad (which was not me). I'm reminded, at this moment, why I seldom go to the Golden Arches. Mainly because I don't feel too great. Also this particular establishment has one drink station. One. At high noon on a south Georgia day, this means one thing: a line. The fries got cold.
But it was great for people watching. One of our fellow diners had a sleeping bag draped over his arm.
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