Column: The onion ring made me want to dance

The other day, I had a good laugh when my sister sent me a dancing video about finding an onion ring mixed in with your fries at Burger King.

I needed it too, I have been so stressed out trying to keep a business afloat and the non-stop political commercials terrorizing me, it was nice to enjoy something lighthearted.

While I only eat at Burger King once every few years, I remember being younger and the joy of finding a tiny onion ring or two that had somehow made it into the fry carton. While I was driving from Three Forks to Helena to pick up last week’s newspaper, I passed a Burger King aft...