Like most people, I don’t like dining on crow, humble pie, or any other dish comprised of my own words. But unlike most people, I spout off publicly on a regular basis, so it seems only fair that I de-spout publicly, too. When I change my mind about something, the stand-up thing to do is to say so. I guess.
Once in a great many blue moons, something utterly serendipitous occurs: This publication runs out of space and I run out of Deep Thoughts at exactly the same time.
Just when I’m sure I can’t possibly muster any interesting food for thought, ever again – ever – life serves up a big bowl of metaphor stew too savory to pass up...