OK, I admit it. I am a spoon. Have been my whole life. When I was in 4th grade my Aunt Beverly gave me a set of wooden spoons for my birthday. Puzzled, I asked why. With a chuckle she replied that I was a spoon, always stirring up trouble. Ask anyone in my department at work. They will tell you I am the department spoon. I have a nose for trouble. I know how to press hot buttons, root out salacious info, and in general throw either gasoline or cold water onto any situation.
So I have decided to come clean and embrace my inner spoon. I am going to stir the pot. Several pots. Politics. Religion. Those ought to stir things up. Books. Movies. Music. Spices stirred into the food of life. And random spoonings as I see fit. But I hope these spoonings might make readers think, reflect, respond, and react.
My name is Jay, and I'm a spoon. "Hi Jay..."
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