I’m grateful that I’m an active millennial supporter. People used to roll their eyes, begrudge me my youth, and dismiss me in my salad days. In many ways, I’m not much smarter now than I was then. In those condescending moments, I would swear to myself that I would not act the same to the youngsters when my “boomer” time came, and I’ve been true to my word. Finally, I’m grateful for fried chicken. Of all the chickens, it’s the most beloved.

The end.