It’s the first day of October and its early morning, my favorite time of day, when I actually get up in time to see it. There’s a freshness in the air that one can only experience at this time of day. The smell of fresh brewed coffee permeates the air and noise from morning news on television has not yet ruined the day. The sun is just beginning to break the darkness and poke its bright rays over the eastern horizon. I sit on my swing on the patio and relish the breaking of a new day and all that awaits.
The good night’s sleep has at least temporarily cleared my mind of the litter of politics. I have no immediate thoughts of crooked politicians and the dirty games they play. Right now life resembles the innocence of youth we once experienced and loved.
Becoming wide awake I feel the need for nourishment or something of substance to fill the void in my stomach. As I amble into the kitchen I spot a bag of cinnamon raisin bagels begging me to partake. Succumbing to my weakness and near starvation I grab the one remaining bagel, finish the cut to halve it, and gingerly place it in the toaster. A new aroma stirs my senses as the bagel slowly heats and seems to come alive. I slather butter on the pastry and top it off with cream cheese. My taste buds now erupt with new found sensitivity of the wonderful taste I have in my mouth.
Never one to stray too far from politics, I look closer at the bagel and see similarities emerging. All politicians are incomplete individuals, so is the bagel. Everyone cuts bagels in half. Why can’t the processors or bakers finish the job and complete the cut they have only partially imparted? The bagel is somewhat round and reminds me of politicians always chasing their tails and going round and round in circles, never reaching the end of anything. The hole in the middle stares back at me as if it were the eye of the bagel. Looking past the eye effect I see another resemblance, nothing but warm air from the heat of the toaster. Here again the realization most politicians have a hole in the middle that is full of hot air and serves absolutely no use.
I regress, I had no intention of talking politics today. I am consumed with a much more important question that has such a large impact on civilization I am amazed at how often it is overlooked. What do the bakers gain by not completing the cut through the bagel? Does the partial cut enhance the flavor? Does it make them easier to bag for sale? What is the reason?
America unite. In large enough numbers we may be able to force the bakers to complete the cut for the convenience of all bagel lovers everywhere. If we have success on this venture we will probably have greater satisfaction than fretting over politics. How satisfying.
I don’t mind growing old, especially with my bagel at hand, I just wish the rest of my body had the same attitude.
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