The Old Testament Ten Commandments and The King James’ Version of The Lord’s Prayer are both grounded in responsibilities to a Higher Authority as well as in the idea of limits as the basis of a civil if not ethical society. This is fine for confirming citizenship, but suggests a difficult dilemma for the errant explorers among us who share vittles from the same common trough.

Lunch in America is now a time to pig out for some, and is specifically the compressed event to pump in calories during the so-called workday break. Today’s Lunch in America is no longer recognizable as an agrarian or ethnic Sunday Dinner, neither close to an Iberian Almuerzo, nor resembling a Mediterranean Pranzo when labor stops under the mid-day sun to enjoy the literal fruits of one’s labor in the company of family and collaborators all. Let’s do lunch is rarely about food but about a time taken away from the normal workday routine to scheme of new alliances. It is like getting a life away from the immediacy of here and now, a curious break of sorts.

For the nomadic condition there is no concept of property rights, as bounded limits, only a concept of generous oases to share with citizens and strangers alike. To that degree so many ancient legends are founded in date palm oases where Crusoe meets Friday escaping just in time from cannibals in pursuit of lunch.

The Old Testament Ten Commandments and The King James’ Version of The Lord’s Prayer are both grounded in responsibilities to a Higher Authority as well as in the idea of limits as the basis of a civil if not ethical society. This is fine for confirming citizenship, but suggests a difficult dilemma for the errant explorers among us who share vittles from the same common trough.

Lunch in America is now a time to pig out for some, and is specifically the compressed event to pump in calories during the so-called workday break. Today’s Lunch in America is no longer recognizable as an agrarian or ethnic Sunday Dinner, neither close to an Iberian Almuerzo, nor resembling a Mediterranean Pranzo when labor stops under the mid-day sun to enjoy the literal fruits of one’s labor in the company of family and collaborators all. Let’s do lunch is rarely about food but about a time taken away from the normal workday routine to scheme of new alliances. It is like getting a life away from the immediacy of here and now, a curious break of sorts.



For the nomadic condition there is no concept of property rights, as bounded limits, only a concept of generous oases to share with citizens and strangers alike. To that degree so many ancient legends are founded in date palm oases where Crusoe meets Friday escaping just in time from cannibals in pursuit of lunch.

The Old Testament Ten Commandments and The King James’ Version of The Lord’s Prayer are both grounded in responsibilities to a Higher Authority as well as in the idea of limits as the basis of a civil if not ethical society. This is fine for confirming citizenship, but suggests a difficult dilemma for the errant explorers among us who share vittles from the same common trough.

Lunch in America is now a time to pig out for some, and is specifically the compressed event to pump in calories during the so-called workday break. Today’s Lunch in America is no longer recognizable as an agrarian or ethnic Sunday Dinner, neither close to an Iberian Almuerzo, nor resembling a Mediterranean Pranzo when labor stops under the mid-day sun to enjoy the literal fruits of one’s labor in the company of family and collaborators all. Let’s do lunch is rarely about food but about a time taken away from the normal workday routine to scheme of new alliances. It is like getting a life away from the immediacy of here and now, a curious break of sorts.

For the nomadic condition there is no concept of property rights, as bounded limits, only a concept of generous oases to share with citizens and strangers alike. To that degree so many ancient legends are founded in date palm oases where Crusoe meets Friday escaping just in time from cannibals in pursuit of lunch.

The Old Testament Ten Commandments and The King James’ Version of The Lord’s Prayer are both grounded in responsibilities to a Higher Authority as well as in the idea of limits as the basis of a civil if not ethical society. This is fine for confirming citizenship, but suggests a difficult dilemma for the errant explorers among us who share vittles from the same common trough.

Lunch in America is now a time to pig out for some, and is specifically the compressed event to pump in calories during the so-called workday break. Today’s Lunch in America is no longer recognizable as an agrarian or ethnic Sunday Dinner, neither close to an Iberian Almuerzo, nor resembling a Mediterranean Pranzo when labor stops under the mid-day sun to enjoy the literal fruits of one’s labor in the company of family and collaborators all. Let’s do lunch is rarely about food but about a time taken away from the normal workday routine to scheme of new alliances. It is like getting a life away from the immediacy of here and now, a curious break of sorts.



For the nomadic condition there is no concept of property rights, as bounded limits, only a concept of generous oases to share with citizens and strangers alike. To that degree so many ancient legends are founded in date palm oases where Crusoe meets Friday escaping just in time from cannibals in pursuit of lunch.

The Old Testament Ten Commandments and The King James’ Version of The Lord’s Prayer are both grounded in responsibilities to a Higher Authority as well as in the idea of limits as the basis of a civil if not ethical society. This is fine for confirming citizenship, but suggests a difficult dilemma for the errant explorers among us who share vittles from the same common trough.



Lunch in America is now a time to pig out for some, and is specifically the compressed event to pump in calories during the so-called workday break. Today’s Lunch in America is no longer recognizable as an agrarian or ethnic Sunday Dinner, neither close to an Iberian Almuerzo, nor resembling a Mediterranean Pranzo when labor stops under the mid-day sun to enjoy the literal fruits of one’s labor in the company of family and collaborators all. Let’s do lunch is rarely about food but about a time taken away from the normal workday routine to scheme of new alliances. It is like getting a life away from the immediacy of here and now, a curious break of sorts.

For the nomadic condition there is no concept of property rights, as bounded limits, only a concept of generous oases to share with citizens and strangers alike. To that degree so many ancient legends are founded in date palm oases where Crusoe meets Friday escaping just in time from cannibals in pursuit of lunch.