Let’s see. Doing the math, I have a roughly 63-year ongoing relationship with McDonald’s - which is a little frightening - and I clearly remember the first time and place. It would have been in the very late 1950s - I want to say 1959 - when my dad took us to this new sensation that had just opened on E. Broad St. in Whitehall, on the east side of Columbus. It was just the simple hamburgers and cheeseburgers then, and the fries which were especially astounding, but the excitement was also about the new fast food concept. There seemed to be stacks and stacks of those items seen through the windows, hot and fresh, ready to pack into bags, and the new tastes were seductive and addicting.