That’s right boys and girls. Nearly a decade after our first and only chain grocery, that jolly man who brings goodies and toys to the children of the world is about to leave his giant footprint in our neck of the woods.
No, Virginia, it’s not Santa. Ronald McDonald is about to single-handedly vault us into the twentieth century. In fact, that universal symbol for heart attack is already raised high in the air over the shell of the soon-to-be newest golden arch supper club and can be clearly seen from our traffic light.
And among the hobbits there is great rejoicing (We elves, however, are still holding out for a Starbucks).
Did I mention that I live in the country?