Article November 26, 2001 Issue

THE GOLDEN RULE . . . under the Golden Arches

BY KIM SHIPPEY

It Was One of those zingy fall afternoons for which New England is famous. The maples were on fire, and the air was as crisp as a Macoun apple. I flung on a sweat suit and loped through the Victory Gardens in Boston's Fenway.

I stopped frequently to smell the last of the roses and to chat with gardeners of many ages, shapes, and sizes—all committed to making the world a more beautiful place.

About half an hour into my expedition, I caught sight of those internationally renowned "golden arches," and was instantly hungry. I couldn't wait to plunge my teeth into a Big Mac and enjoy something deep and cool to drink.

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