Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, and I feel a tiny thaw in my curmudgeonly, cynical, skeptical, several-sizes-too-small heart. My wife and our cats will be delighted to hear this. There may even be gin.
Consequently, I’m suspending my customarily trenchant chain/franchise repudiation for a Skyline Chili tout. We all have our bump-outs, escape clauses and exceptions.
Skyline is one of mine. The pop/rock group Chicago is another…