Plato had a few insights, and inasmuch as mine are often the result of early morning coffee table talk among my peculiar friends in that erstwhile haven of creative minds, Woodstock, and evolve into tangible form on the backs of the paper plates that we are given to eat our buns off, it seems appropriate — or at least sympathetic — to label these insights as Plato Stories. I hope Plato wouldn’t mind — he might even contribute.
