Finally, my goal is to either get back on Sunday track or start posting every a.m. Because too many objects start to look smaller in my rear-view mirror as time fades away. Like the phenomenon formerly known as Mr. Cutlets’ contrarian take on the demise of Friendly’s and other mediocre ubiquities (ubiquitous mediocrities?) He contends that their going under in a country that was sold urine as trickle-down is a bad thing. I would say this will open up the restaurant world to entrepreneurs again. My new mantra is that food is the future. The last few decades of what I call semi-food, delivered in tractor-trailers everywhere, wiped out the places that dominated the landscape back when the Sterns hit the road, when I lived in Nebraska and Iowa. Too often since St. Ronnie of Alzheimer’s my consort and I would land in some little town late at night and be told by the motelier or B&Bkeeper the only option for dinner was: “There’s a Friendly’s out on the highway.” Real “eateries” once thrived. And could again since Americans are now so conditioned to eating in the mid-level between Taco Bell and “fine dining” that chefs who focus on serving good food at a good price should do well once the marked-up, underpriced processed crap is taken off the table. Of course, it may mean one chain in particular has to go under to show how easy the transformation would be: Pasta costs pennies; any mom & pop can make it here. Any downside to losing Olive Garden?