"The definition of insanity," I actually heard myself intone to my friend Tony over cocktails the other night, "is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result."
In hopes that the brain damage that caused me to utter that bromide wasn't reversable, I instantly switched to beer.
But instead of bringing me up on cliché charges, Tony questioned the truth of the truism.
"We're always hearing that the only constant in the world is change," he said. "Well, if everything in the world is changing, it might be true that the same behavior that gets bad results today gets great ones tomorrow."
That, my friends, are the kinds of friends writers need to have.