Desperation makes us do strange things.
I needed a blog topic.
My head is a million miles away.
An empty glass with an orange is at my elbow.
Here goes.
The orange in a glass is a circle within a circle.
The colors of the glass and the orange are opposing colors on a color wheel.
The inside of an orange looks a bit like a wheel.
Cut it in half and it’s a smile.
Smiles are infectious, but also cultural.
Americans smile at each other on the street.
Many other cultures do not even look each other in the eye on the street.
The word “street” was brought to England by the Romans.
A street was a paved way, but a road was simply a well-used option for traveling in the Middle Ages.
Greeks originally built roads so they could more easily move their armies, but they didn’t move oranges.
Ancient Mediterranean societies had no oranges.
Sweet oranges originated in southeast Asia in the third or fourth century B.C.
Sweet oranges are a cross of mandarins and pomelos.
Rolling through history and countries, oranges of some sort arrived in Europe with the Arabs in the early 8th century.
Via roads and streets, they were carried to the royal courts.
They eventually traveled to the Americas with rich colonists.
My orange traveled from Wegmans to my kitchen to my glass
– to my blog.
