I've been thinking about a return to this soupy blog for quite some time ... and feel it rather apt to begin where we did months ago ... with a lovely poem by Carl Sandburg entitled "Soup":
I saw a famous man eating soup.
I say he was lifting a fat broth
Into his mouth with a spoon.
His name was in the newspapers that day
Spelled out in tall black headlines
And thousands of people were talking about him.
When I saw him,
He sat bending his head over a plate
Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon.
