One of my most cherished memories from my 'young 'un' days back on the farm was getting off the school bus after a long grueling day the the little two room school.

I'd come into the farmhouse, Mom there having brought clothes in off the line and ironing.  I'd go to the pantry, pull down the Box of Wheaties, pour those flakes into a bowl, add the milk, and sit down at the metal kitchen table.

I'd spread out the copy of the day-old Worthington Daily Globe, find the sports page and eat a bowl of 'The Breakfast of Champions' while reading about my hero's...Killebrew, Oliva, Katt, Pascual....

And I found out how great Wheaties were from commercials like the one above.  Yep, was a much simpler time.