Soooo, when I say that life wasn’t supposed to be this way, do you understand where I’m coming from? The big question now is where do we go from here at 60+ years old? Do we gather our broken friends under the same roof of an old Victorian home? Do we pool our resources on a closed down motorcourt motel and make that a communal home? This winter of our discontent could be a proving ground. We need each other much more now that we did when we were stringing love beads and throwing peace signs.