I have nothing against raisins. I like them. They’re wonderful in a number of things such as granola, salads, and oatmeal raisin cookies. They aren’t nearly as delicious when they’ve turned rock hard due to neglect. They’re a bit like ideas left to shrivel and die. They no longer serve any purpose. What once were plump grapes have been reduced, not to still-good raisins, but to pellets one could throw at the blue jay that terrorizes the backyard.