By Charles Towne
(Taken from the somewhat convoluted discourse and happy hyperbole rattling around in the demented mind of a contented traveler from here to there.)
As I was preparing dinner one evening I went to the refrigerator and took out a red sweet pepper. I washed it, picked up the paring knife, and sliced into the pepper, eviscerating it, and… what do you suppose I saw?
Have you noticed that for other than a smattering of ittie bittie, little tiny white seeds, peppers, all peppers, are hollow?
Puzzling as it may seem there is only that smattering of tiny white seeds?
No intricate machinery, no hissing steam pipes or little whirligigs, no valves, vents or vammadoodles, no tiny, little man in an engineers cap pulling levers, no mysterious glyphs begging to be dechiphered… but then, what the heck did I expect? The darned thing is only a red, sweet pepper!
I have noticed the same phenomenon with muskmelons! They are hollow! It seems an awful waste of space!.
Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? But then, peppers being peppers and people being people, what in the dickens did we expect?
Well, I suppose, peppers being peppers, we can’t really expect them to behave in any other manner than peppers, but people, on the other hand, being people, we expect something different.
My wife is in a nursing home, she has Alzheimer’s disease, with all that denotes.
Some of the nurses and the assistants in the nursing home epitomize all that is gracious, patient and kind, but that is what is expected isn’t it?
Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.