I was in line, and ferociously inhaling a cheeseburger drenched in ketchup. The high lasted five minutes, followed by that also-familiar feeling of twenty five bad grams of fat settling in my stomach. There are other ironies in McDonald's arrival here. Our 11 year old neighbor hasn't seen her father in almost two years. He left his family to go to Wisconsin to work for minimum wage in a McDonalds in hopes of coming home someday with a little money in his pockets to build his family a future.
Investors seeking a profit get a welcome mat when they crosses national boundaries.
Workers looking for a decent job get deported. Five hundred years ago the cultural and economic changes to come arrived in the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria. Today they are headed here in the Happy Meal, the Big Mack and Chicken McNuggets. On one side of town the world's largest Jesus watches as his newest challenger, a massive clown with red hair and fast burgers, draws in a growing congregation. Jesus and Ronald McDonald - a little something for everyone.