By Sondra Whitt Who would’ve thought that Jim and I could get an inspired idea at McDonald’s? That’s exactly what happened last Sunday when we stopped by for a breakfast burrito. We walked in and we heard a loud, disembodied voice saying, “Welcome to McDonald’s, can I help you?” Although we hadn’t walked up to the counter, we lowered our gazes from the menu high up on the wall to the young man standing behind the counter with his back to us. Since he hadn’t once turned to look at us, at least that we’d seen, we didn’t answer him. But apparently this… Read More