Although we talk all the time about the young being creative, their obsession with what others think of them tends to make them slaves to social conventions. Indeed, there are things that nobody would even consider inventing until they reach a certain age: about, I would estimate, 87.
My 94-year-old father hands me a glass of reddish liquid. "It's a new drink I came up with," he says proudly.
I take a sip. It's ... different. It's a fruit drink, sweet but slightly acidic. The texture is thick, almost pulpy, but slipperier than orange juice. By the time I finish the glass, I'm starting to really like it.
My dad asks, "Want another glass?"
"Sure. By the way, what is it?" I ask.
"Wine and applesauce."