I used to own a few chickens and completely understood where those roosters were coming from.

Morning Has Broken

the joy of AM magnificence

I was born first thing in the morning, or at least so I’m told. I have no memory of the event itself, as I was not yet a day old. Maybe the timing of my arrival explains why mornings are still my favorite part of the day.

While some folks scowl and grumble at the dawn, I take a different attitude: the sun somehow rises with me specifically in mind. This is the conceit of my all-too-brief Louis XIV moments. 'Tis true, I derive sadistic pleasure in waking other people.

All of my best ideas come in the fresh, dewy quiet of morning. Even problems that might have seemed intractable at bedtime now present clues for their unraveling. My batteries are fully charged when I awake and most things seem possible. First on my order of business, breakfast:

The Suspense is Terrible! I hope it’ll last.

McDonald’s now serves breakfast all day long — the folks over at the golden arches have clearly lost their minds. They do not understand breakfast and its special place in the sacred moments we call morning. Micky D’s had it right back in the day when Birdie literally burst onto the scene to…