On a rainy and cold (relatively - it is 70 here at the end of October) day, there was something joyous and wonderful about just having a hot bowl of tomato soup for lunch. I had flashbacks to the hundreds of lunches I had just like that, on days just like this in Kansas. I've always liked autumn, probably more so than spring. Something makes me feel good about the chilling weather and the long slow buildup to the holidays. Mmmm, mmmm good.

I'm listening to the Malcolm Gladwell talk on IT Conversations, and in the first minute he talked about how Howard Moskowitz, the man who invented chunky tomato sauce as the man who contributed as much to American happiness as anyone. I heard it right as I was typing the above. It's not quite tomato soup, but that was an odd synchrony of tomato talk.