Musings Over A Plate Of Fish And Chips

            Fry with ketchup, fry with tartar sauce, fish with tartar sauce, but never ketchup on fish. Naturally – a fish doesn’t know what a tomato is. Maybe we could adapt the tomato plant so that it could grow under water. Whole plantations on the ocean floor when the dry land is all being used for cities and strip malls. Rednecks become wetnecks; seasons are irrelevant. I imagine great movements would clamor for a complete return to the waters from whence we sprang millennia ago. Would it be devolution or a return to our roots? And where would the farmers go next?