I was struck today while walking to the grocery store by something from my childhood long forgotten. My imagination was something far beyond grand and like most children, took the events around me and molded them to fit my limited world-view.

As a child I was convinced that the President’s Choice brand of food was Bill Clinton’s personal brand. I would picture him in the Oval Office giving his stamp of approval on the latest imports of California Apples or the latest Frozen Dinner.

That is all.