Speaking of Flavors

Today, I noticed Krazy Jim's Blimpyburger place on Division St. in Ann Arbor.  I was going to pick up my son to have dinner at Shalimar.  Anyway, I remembered that, when I was a kid, we used to drive past it all the time.  I always wanted my parents to take me there, but they never did.  They wouldn't take us to McDonald's either.  They always wanted us to go to nice  places.

When I went to college, one day I remembered all those times I had wanted to go to Blimpyburger.  Nothing was stopping me, so I went.  I never went back.  My parents had been right, after all.