Ok, here's what I'm thinkin. My grand-daughter Shelby is juggling many plates in the air as she moves through this amazing world, at the age of 32. I've loved her since she was two, and she now has the title of Favorite.

She want's to rescue me, like I have been for a year now, and that I'm working hard to remember. She also want's to rescue her brother John from California, and have the two of us live together. In a house or on a horse ranch.

Shelby is a brilliant and complicated young lady. She thinks she can solve everyone's problems by just being there with them, wherever that is, and planing out everything on the fly.

I am on that list, and I just came up with a different idea.

Instead of killing my spirit, and hunkering me down in a fucking quiet neighborhood room near town and the beach, let me fly in my last moments!

I'm thinking about an Amtrak Pass across the States this Summer, combined with an unlimited Greyhound Pass, to connect locally.

Riley don't buy me a truck, Shelby don't give me a life, both of you, just give me a ride out of town.

Let me travel and live one more year, and feel like a man, once again.