When I took the turkey out of the refrigerator, I noticed the bag proclaimed All Natural suggesting competing turkey brands might not or are not all natural.
The phrase caught my eye a little as I am interested in what advertisers think will pull me to their product over another’s, but more so as those types of phrases were among the first to catch my imagination as language.
Long car rides were a part of growing up. When it was my turn at one of the back seat windows, I devoured the landscape and the signs watching for claims such as Genuine Antiques, Fresh Eggs, Genuine Bologna, Natural Maple Syrup- unprovable, likely true enough, but suggesting the fellow down the road was selling old eggs or adulterated syrup. I would imagine some world where people calculated or held to their honor as they might.
A Genuine Happy Thanksgiving to you.
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