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This excellent street poster reminded me of the time I met Colonel Sanders. I was a kid, maybe 12 years old, on a family road trip from Newfoundland to PEI. We stopped at a kids’ summer camp locally known as a “tard camp” (yeesh), and there was the Colonel himself, hands resting on the cane, dressed in all whites and a good ol’ Tennessee string tie. Weird vibe. He was passing out tiny red plastic sculptures of himself, which I found very disturbing: his own set of avatars, poised to infiltrate rural Canada from the homes of developmentally delayed children. OK, they were banks: each tiny Colonel had a narrow slit in the top of his head.
-Bruce