Sunday, September 12, 2010
I used to live here. I moved. What was I thinking??
As a keeper of cats I have been there, done that, have the t-shirt.
"Love should be the only way for men and women to live together. No other ritual is needed." -anon.
"If you are playful about meditation, mind cannot destroy it. Otherwise mind will turn meditation into another ego trip; that will make you dangerously serious." -anon.
"Don't take yourself so goddam serious." -Alcoholics Anonymous
"Just let things be in their own way, obey your own nature, and you will walk freely and undisturbed." -anon.
Johnny Appleseed’s name was John Chapman. He was actually a fairly wealthy man at least at one point because he had so many orchards of his own. He really did plant apples freely, not only on his own land, and he was a purveyor of applejack. The apples of his time were not the sweet eating apples we know. They were largely inedible but they did make credible alcoholic cider. That was the principal drink of his day. The grain fields did not yet exist, and what grain there was went into breads and such, so there was not much beer or whiskey either. Rum was imported.
John was well known as a complete eccentric, one of a kind.
In those days, they drank
apples. Applejack, Chapman's
gift to the frontier.
brought them good strong drink
and they paid him very well,
so well that he grew
orchards all over
those long valleys and low hills,
good cider makings,
safer than water.
July 16, 2009 12:48 PM