Late last week, Old Dog and I traveled to Michigan to see Greenfield Village, to tour the Rouge River Ford Plant and to see Edsel Ford's mansion at Grosse Pointe Shores.
The best feature of the trip was a chance to have dinner with Jan from I Thought My Life Would Be Different, who generated the idea for the trip in the first place, with her post on Eleanor and Edsel Ford last spring. She very generously mailed me some coupons, which made the trip a lot more affordable.
On the way home, at a Wendy's outside Toledo, we saw the following signs.
And on the door:
It's clear what's going on: Canadians have been sneaking across the border for taste of our delicious American food, only to discover that their money is no good here. But they'll stop at nothing, those crafty Canadians: they next try burgling our burgers.
Let us pray that that little paper sign is enough to guarantee the security of our fast food nation.