As I sit here wrapped in layers of wool, and cotton thoroughly enjoying my Wendy’s chili I am taken back to the mid-70’s. I was attending Western Michigan University trying to figure out if I could be a functioning member of society, Wendy’s was a godsend.

Wendy’s chili, some fries, and a drink was a snowy day must. I don’t have snow where I am, but it does hit the spot when the temperatures drop as they have done recently. Especially since The Sidewalk Sasquatch needs the energy the chili brings as he wanders about.