Where do the elite go to refuel? No, not a Tesla charging station. I’m talking about energy for the body. The place I’m referring to is Whole Foods, the nirvana of virtue-signaling and self-satisfaction. Yes, it takes one to know one.
Most of my visits to Whole Foods happen when I’m on the road. The food bar is my go-to choice when I’m not interested in Yelping my way through an unknown dining scene.
While waiting in line on my most recent visit, I noticed a Day of the Dead coloring book. Much to my surprise, it wasn’t a joke. I instantly visualized an idealistic parent who just filled a cartload with organic this and that, scented candles, and cruelty-free meat to nourish their kids. The follow-up would be some screenless family activity that just happens to involve skulls and skeletons.
Organic food may prevent night terrors. I’m not so sure about this non-food item.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.