The Price of a Soul is 20 Chicken McNuggets
I don't recall precisely how old I was when I encountered my first deadly sin. I must have been around 14 or so, circa 1984-85. We had been in Appleton visiting my grandmother who I recall was supposed to join us for brunch or lunch on Sunday before we headed back home to Janesville. I thought she opted out of dining with us because he said she was not feeling well, though my mom has a different recollection. I recall that my Grandmother gave my Uncle Jeff $50 to take us out. My mom doesn't remember that. I am going with Grandma paying for breakfast. It makes the story better. My father was visibly disappointed, though unsurprised. I, on the other hand, was elated because my Uncle Jeff ultimately took us to McDonald's in her stead with $50 DOLLARS FOR MCDONALDS CIRCA 1984!!! and advised us in clear and certain terms that we could, "order whatever your want." So we say our good-byes and head out for lunch. I wish I could say the ride to McDonalds was as ceremoniou...