Lads night while out on the patio cleaning my bike off the neighbor whose wife just passed away was playing Country Western music, and I could hear it. I listened closely to the words of those many songs and found myself crying. Suddenly feeling so alone and knew it was forever. It hit me like a ton of bricks and at that moment I didn't give a dam who is or will e president, or anything else. Was I feeling sorry for myself, yep, big time. I put Sassy in the bikes special basket and put on my headphones to a Fifties/Oldies but Goodies station and rode like the wind. Came home feeling much better ate some ice cream and watched Curb Your Enthusiam on TV which makes me laugh. Every now and again after all these years it still takes me down, hard!