My uncle Felix was a sausage maker. He passed away several years ago, but I’ll never forget seeing him making blood sausage in our kitchen in the early 1970s.
During my visit to the Topeka facility, I had an opportunity to see the man’s calming demeanor in action; while touring the plant, the SNICKERS line encountered a glitch.
I just got back from a seven-day, whirlwind trip to the country that included three domestic flights and a different hotel every single night. The word amazing does not do it justice.