It would appear I am much too busy for clear reflection. But even busy people get hungry, so close your eyes and imagine me standing in the meat aisle of the local grocery store, face to face with a shelf of buffalo meat. A sale: $5.49 per pound, wrapped up nicely in roughly one pound packages, which makes me think that this one buffalo would have served the entire population of almost every small town I ever lived in growing up. This one buffalo would have made an entire week of lunches at every small little high school I ever attended.
It seems like one buffalo would fill a big void in anyone’s life.
But I’m not eating buffalo tonight. I’m waiting for an Indian to shoot one and then hand me the heart so I can take a big bite and then pass it around with a bunch of new found friends. You know, just like Kevin Costner did with the Indians in that movie where he danced around in the prairie all by himself. Or maybe he danced with the Indians. Or was it coyotes? Oh yea, wolves. Dances With Wolves.
Well, I’m waiting for that kind of moment to eat buffalo. A moment that will stand out.
And I already know that I don’t apply this same logic to the other kinds of animals I eat, so there is no need to brow beat me. Just remember that life is filled with flawed logic, and that mine is no exception.