I saw on my news feed last week that Ronald McDonald is getting a makeover, which got me thinking about the speech impediment I had as a kid. Hang with me a minute. There is a connection between the two. It is kind of a six degrees to Kevin Bacon connection that only has three degrees, but that is how my silly brain works.
So first degree, my news feed says Ronald McDonald is getting a new look because, according to news.mcdonalds.com, he is going to "take an active role on McDonald's social media channels around the world and engage consumers using the #RonaldMcDonald hashtag." I have always hated that clown's creepy red hair helmet, so I clicked on the story to see the new look. It turns out he is getting a wardrobe overhaul, but that creepy red hair helmet thing isn't going anywhere.
The new look is kind of better, though. Instead of the baggy yellow jumpsuit that makes his rear end look big, he now wears yellow capri-length cargo pants and a striped polo under a bright red jacket. He still kind of creeps me out, but the clothes are better looking.
The second degree is that, as I contemplated Ronald's new look and wondered why they didn't bother to update his hair, my mind soon drifted to McDonald's french fries. In my opinion, they are the best fries on the planet. They didn't invent french fries, but they surely did perfect the technique.
See Wednesday's Times Sentinel for the full story.