Quixotic Quest for The Perfect Holy Grill

Quixotic Quest for The Perfect Holy Grill

Yes, a search for the perfect grill. Since I was coming to Atlanta this week, Mr. Gruber asked if I could find a "perfect grill" for use on special occasions at the Hangar. Being accommodative and not one to turn down challenges, I enlisted a like-minded companion to assist me on the search, that attorney of celebrity status, Ed Hawie, Esq. (Esquire is the term all lawyers use to justify exorbitant fees). The search began as a process of elimination from the most likely sources: the Internet, Ace Hardware, Wal¬Mart, Home Depot and sundry boutiques and specialty stores. As you might suspect, there were multiple possibilities, all promising to be the perfect grill, but falling short.

Undeterred, Ed and I resorted to extreme measures in the search. We pulled out our best disguises: Ed with his urban assault camouflage suit and red sun glasses and me with my best hippie attire complete with beads. We wanted to blend in well. We combed the derelict places of Atlanta, the vacant warehouses, alleys, burned-out houses, doorways, railroad gulches, expressway overpasses --- places where the disenfranchised and mentally challenged actually live. People who live thusly have to make do with creative things, and there, next to an abandoned boxcar, we found the Perfect Grill. It defies description, but suffice it to say it met all of Mr. Gruber's criteria for the "perfect" status: cheap, versatile, adaptive, mobile, sturdy and unpretentious. And if you will click on the attachment, you will see a picture of Mr. Gruber's Perfect Grill along with the two Urban Explorers who located it.

Of course, you all know that some hyperbole exists in these emails, qnq. we also know that there is nothing "perfect" in this life except what we "see" in our minds. When taken outside of the mind and applied, it is no longer perfect. Yet as humans we continue to search and hope for the perfection that we envision, and that search is perhaps what accounts for the miracles of human invention that we see everyday. It reminded me of some sage advice that I read somewhere once:

"Oh, the Prison of Perfection,
The Freedom of Good Enough."

Sage advice notwithstanding, may nothing ever deter us from the search for perfection in all things good!