Escape Fantasy

Still lying in bed, working up the courage to get up, I hear the sudden, repeated honkings of a car horn. In my quasi-dreaming state, I amuse myself with the idea that it is some guys from my college days pulling into the driveway to take me away from all this: "Come on, dude, it's time for you to live!"

It's a little late now anyway to be saved, but it is a charming picture. Of course, it adds to the charm that I imagine them as still being young - radiant, energetic twenty-somethings. It's somewhat less appealing if they are fifty-year-olds themselves - pot-bellied, balding, tired and gassy. Yeah, the time to live has passed.