I didn’t eat at Chick-fil-A Wednesday, but only because I new the lines would be around the block on a day that was being billed as “Chick-fil-A Appreciation Day,” which was a response to the groups that have been trying to get everyone to boycott my favorite chicken restaurant.
For as long as I can remember, Chick-fil-A has been an enjoyable part of my life. Back when they just had the sandwich, I used to throw away the bread and pickle, because the chicken was all I wanted. I switched to the nuggets and then to the strips when they were introduced. I have other favorites at other places. The Big Mac and the Whopper were pretty good if I wanted unhealthy burgers — as most of us do sometimes. And the old, discontinued Big Twin (which was an even better knockoff of the Big Mac) at Hardee’s was another favorite. (And speaking of Hardee’s, it’s hard to beat their sausage biscuits.)
There’s lot of food from a lot of places that I’ve loved over the years. But I have to confess that with every favorite I’d add to my list (or choice I’d remember to never buy again), the only thing that mattered to me was whether I liked the food. I never once considered the politics of the people who sold me the sandwich.

Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels
Accepting joy tomorrow does no good if tomorrow never comes
Love’s closest counterfeit sounds like love but acts like selfish need
Why do we paint ourselves into joyless corners with no way out?
Why did we slowly let them strip our neighborhoods of most trees?
Lucy’s fun afternoon at my office reminds me that work needs play
Sudden realization of hunger for taste of kindred soul is killing me
I want to help out of pure love, but human motives are messy
If politics sends you into a rage, is it really a good use of your time?