We must exhaust every avenue to unearth every clue. We’ve settled for too long with unsubstantiated truisms and imperfect absolutes. Even a perfect crouton is just stale bread that’s been re-baked and served fresh.
I was sitting on my front porch the other day, plucking a six-stringed prayer to the heavens, when a man stopped and asked for directions. He was perhaps new to town and wanted to know the best way to find a church.
I told him there was no best way because a church could be found in any direction. He undoubtedly took that as a sign from God and walked away with a broad and peaceful smile on his face until he stepped in a fresh pile of dog markings left unceremoniously on the neighbor’s lawn.
I took that as a sign from God and high-tailed it out of there in search of a metaphorical pic-a-nic basket, hopefully without croutons.
Willie Kiernan is a past editor of the Cazenovia Republican and a contributing columnist at Eagle Newspapers. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.