Someone from a research study here in the hospital kindly brought in Dunkin Donuts this morning. I wished immediately they had been Krispy Kremes, ingrate that I tend to be.
But as I sat licking the glaze off my fingers, it occurred to me that when I was a child, getting donuts was a big dang deal, not an entitlement, and happened only occasionally. Donut magic for me was Delta Donut in my hometown, Clarksdale, and because it's now the Blues Mecca (who knew?!), Urbanspoon has been there, eaten that, and written a review. Read about it here.
I think it looked like this 30 years ago too.