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?
I had originally thought that I would write 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 for tasting and comment.
But we live in times that, to my mind, are increasingly intolerant of measured discussion or even comments on every day life based on reasoning and logic. A comment is easily misconstrued or taken out of context. Political correctness has run amok. Heaven forbid that someone take offense at anything.
So I will not participate.