Random thoughts. . . Memories of many years gone by, orbiting my head this afternoon. . . all three of ancient old men, whom my path has crossed with in the last 50 years. . . The first was when I was in high school. My father worked on the railroad, and as such had a free rail pass, and in high school, on the weekends, I would take the train up to Chicago and go to visit the museums or go to Old Town, which in the day was full of head shops, and hippy type stores. In the train station one day, I cannot remember the details, but somehow I connected with an ancient old one legged, one eyed wizened and weathered black man, with what might be described as a cloth wrapped beggars crutch. He was sitting in the Chicago train station, waiting for the train to St. Louis. . . He said he was taking the train home to die. Again, I haven’t thought of this in over 50 years, and cannot remember the details, but I remember sitting with him for a good long time that day, as he to...