Of Mice And Menus

Blood, Grease, and the Man Behind the Bucket

There is a particular kind of American tragedy in which the most vivid, difficult, genuinely interesting figures get slowly processed into corporate mascots. Drive past a KFC today and there he is: the white suit, the goatee, the rotating bucket, the benevolent grandfather smile. An image so thoroughly sanitised it gives Santa Claus a run for his money. The real Harland Sanders was nothing like th…