Dearest readers, please be warned. I’ve put on my serious hat today.
It is a cruelty of life that you may not find something that you love until it is gone.
I didn’t know of Josh Ozersky until he was gone. He was a food writer who died on Monday in Chicago. From what I’ve read about him, he was both uniquely talented and supremely difficult. One of the rare people whose difficulty was accepted because his talent was so profound.
I started reading his writing yesterday when Saveur reposted this piece from 2013, written by Josh about his father, David. It’s beautiful, sad and supremely honest. It’s worth every minute of your time.
And now, I can’t stop reading. There’s a touching tribute and recent articles compiled by The Wall Street Journal, sent to me by my dad (surprise, surprise).
I know very little of the man, but I love food and words and he seemed to relish both. If you can read (which I’m pretty sure you can), be sure to read these pieces.
Don’t worry, dear readers, I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled frivolity shortly.
Life may be cruel, but what is life without silliness?
That would hardly be life at all.