One recent morning I was up early—post working out at the gym—running a few errands. While in my car and stopped at a red light, I saw a man on the crosswalk, consuming a large bag of barbecue potato chips. I checked the clock in my car (still before 9 a.m.) and did a double take, surprised that this person apparently could not begin his morning without the chemical-y goodness of artificially-flavored chips … (to read more)

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