William Bouguereau The Wave painting

William Bouguereau The Wave painting
Pablo Picasso Girl Before a Mirror painting

You want to eat right, but it's tough to do when driving in the car on a summer vacation or when on a tight work schedule. But if you choose wisely, even fast food joints have some healthy options.
Even those who are on the road for summer vacation, or too frantic to stop for a meal during the workday, can find some healthier eating selections on fast food menus. In 2000, there were more than 215,000 fast food restaurants in the United States, generating sales of more than $119 billion, according to the National Restaurant Association. And in the heavy travel summer months, the temptation to stop off for a quick bite is especially high. Emily Listfield, the editor-in-chief of Fitness magazine, appeared on Good Morning America to explain how to eat healthily on the road — or on the run — when choices are limited to such fast food restaurants as McDonalds, Burger King and Kentucky Fried Chicken.

William Bouguereau The Wave painting

William Bouguereau The Wave painting
Pablo Picasso Girl Before a Mirror painting
nearly thirty years ago. It was when I was on my first elephant hunt in the Matabele country. His name was Evans, and he was killed next year, poor fellow, by a wounded buffalo, and lies buried near the Zambesi Falls. I was telling Evans one night, I remember, of some wonderful workings I had found while hunting koodoo and eland in what is now the Lydenburg district of the Transvaal. I see they have come across these workings again lately in prospecting for gold, but I knew of them years ago. There is a great wide wagon-road cut out of the solid rock, and leading to the mouth of the working or gallery. Inside the mouth of this gallery are stacks of gold quartz piled up ready for crushing, which shows that the workers, whoever they were, must have left in a hurry, and about twenty paces in the gallery is built across, and a beautiful bit of masonry it is.
"'Ay,' said Evans, `but I will tell you a queerer thing than that;' and he went on to tell me how he had found in the far interior a ruined city, which he believed to be the Ophir of the Bible - and, by the way, other more learned men have said the same long since poor Evans's time. I was, I remember, listening open- eared to all these wonders, for I was young at the time, and this story of an ancient civilization, and of the treasure which those old Jewish or Phoenician adventurers used to extract from a country long since lapsed into the darkest barbarism, took a great hold upon my imagination, when suddenly he said to me, `Lad, did you ever hear of the Suliman Mountains up to the northwest of the Mashukulumbwe country?' I told him I never had. `Ah, well,' he said, `that was where Solomon really had his mines - his diamond mines, I mean.'