We either like ‘em or not. No middle ground for discussion. * * *      Grits, a staple of the South. Stone ground corn, boiled, buttered, red-eye gravy and cheese. If served with biscuits the size of baseballs and country ham, it’s as close to nirvana as you can get. What? It turns …

“Now, I heard there was a secret chord, that David played, and it pleased the Lord…” Lyrics, Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen (Beautiful song. Your iPhone muse will play it for you.) * * *       Unity…makes me dizzy just thinking about such an illusionary and fleeting concept. The nation of red/blue is going berserk trying to …