Well, art is art, isn’t it? Still, on the other hand, water is water! And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now, uh… Now you tell me what you know.”
— Groucho Marx
I love stew.
The rich broth in my spoon, full of promise and surprise; the different tastes and textures, somehow subtly picking up a hint of flavor from each other; the pungent spices, adding kick to my palate; the mouth-watering smell filling the house from the pot as it simmers through the day.
Give me a good stew and some crusty, hearty bread and I am one happy man.
Life is a stew. Full of all kinds of things that go into the pot. Some good, some not so good maybe. At the end of your life, your stew is what you make of what you’ve got to work with.
Will it be rich, tasty, filling and nourishing? Or something else?
On these pages I’ll talk about the stew of life around us. Some of it may seem plain and ordinary. Some may be bold and spicy. Meat and potatoes, jalapenos and more.
I’ll talk about products, services, marketing, politics, religion and anything and everything else that you and I may experience day in and day. All of it may go into the pot.
My one goal will be to make a thoughtful observation that may relate — somehow — to the business of life.
Want to help fill the stew pot? Or maybe stir it up a little? This is the place.