We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
First visit to KFC early 1970s "If you want Kentucky Fried Chicken you have to visit me" the early commercials said
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I don't know about better than home fried, but it's a whole lot easier. I could eat a five gallon bucket of their fake mashed potatoes and "gravy". KFC is good, but I think it's the worst of all fast food fried chicken. Do you have Church's there, or is that a regional chain? Very good and a good price, too.
There was a Church's for awhile here, but the owners ended up being busted for fraud or near offer. Too bad, I did prefer their chicken. However, should I feel the need to outsource fried chicken, there's a good local outlet we patronize.
Interesting to read about the Colonel's past, though. Much to be admired there.
". His mother remarried, and her new husband expressed his resentment of the children’s existence by slapping them around for any perceived slight. 13-year-old Harland put his few belongings in a box, crept into the kitchen, snuck out the back door, and set out on his own."
and I bet he didn't whine and cry about this incessantly and blame all his problems on it.
In mid 1950's a nice, clean, small, all white up/coming community in So. California there was a small hole in the wall where you could go in and buy chicken and coleslaw--nothing else. The owner was a big quiet veteran. It was wonderful fried chicken and I have never tasted anything flavored like that since those days. It was very popular in the late 1950's and people would stand in line outside to get their bag of chicken. Suddenly, he was gone, the store closed and I have always wondered what happened to that nice quiet man. Now, I think I understand--when the bad guys took over and started making everyone look the same is about the same time as the little hole in the wall closed.