One winter morning in 1976 our neighbor, Mrs. Runo called to ask if we were missing anyone.
Well, Mom didn’t even notice three-year-old Michael was awake let alone on a walkabout so she sent me across the street to retrieve him.
“Why did you runaway, darlin’?” Mother asked.
“They have better breakfast.”
From then on, Mom kept us stocked in Cheerios and Honeycomb Cereal.