Month without McDonald’s, part 5

Once again, on the last day of a month where I did not go to a McDonald’s, I’m presenting another one of their signs as a trophy of sorts. Five months without patronizing this business feels positively great. By paying their workers minimum wages, and thus ensuring that many of them will go on publicContinue reading “Month without McDonald’s, part 5”

The summer of my discontent

Twenty-five years ago, I was back in my parents house following my freshman year in college. I think of it as trying to put the bird back into the cage. I was used to setting my own schedule by then, and Mom and Dad’s house was dreadful as a result. It was the final timeContinue reading “The summer of my discontent”