If you’ll indulge me, a story about Bart Starr and Hardee’s and how sometimes you find your path in unexpected places... I was maybe 9 or 10 when my dad one day took my kid sister and I to a Hardee’s at the corner of Moorland and National in good old New Berlin. I had probably just taken my first bite of delicious roast beef sandwich when Bob McCalvy whispered, “That’s Bart Starr!”