April is the cruellest month, wrote T.S. Elliot. It’s cruel, he implies, because it disturbs. But, in April, something starts to happen. Here is the end of this part of the poem.
The machines have won. The recent Consumer Electronics trade show in Las Vegas has shown me the future.
I have much to learn. The meat has much to tell.
Our theme is summer sights. What is a more beautiful summer sight than a BBQ? Of course, this is the Flavourguy’s rhetorical question.