Now I know how John Stewart felt leaving the Daily Show as Trump was ushering in a ‘new’ presidency. I admit, nothing could have prepared me for the orange reality. I have lived through historical times. Walls rising and falling. Cold wars rising and falling. The deaths of greats and not so greats. All the while this happy-go-lucky flower child had a remarkable life in that it didn’t make much of a mark considering those I philosophized with, and with whom I got drunk and stoned. I could name drop, but others have done so to much greater effect. Basically I tripped through life with the benefit of my detours giving me more than I in all probability deserved. A missed train led to an hours long discussion with someone who died too young the next day. A short walk turned long became a discussion with a Beatle. I was the ultimate groupie, I didn’t know they were famous until said goodbye. Now I face the ultimate conundrum. The state I live in allows death with dignity. Do I struggle on to see what is up an orange sleeve, if I fight long enough will there be fireworks marking the end of the human struggle or will I waste my time on a much more grisly death. Shucks, I’m a fighter. I’ll stick around and see what the detour brings.