At dinner Monday night, friends and I discussed the passion so many of our other friends have for a myriad of topics.
For one it's water quality; another hunting; someone else history and still another, football.
"What are you passionate about?" I was asked.
There was no answer.
At one time in my life, I was passionate about my children, but as they grew and needed me less, my passion waned.
Once my work was a passion, but during 20 years in journalism I have developed a cynicism that caused that passion to ebb.