My last adventure

Every time that I have to take the Hazleton bus the route takes me past the Hazleton towers or old age home. My disability is diagnosed as progressive, translation is I will be confined to my final home and adventure forced to stare out my windows till I say goodbye.

Prior to my new discovery the highlight of my day would be to stare out the windows at strip mines currently used by Hazleton as industrial trash cans. Hopefully I will be the old man quietly sitting there pretending to watch TV while checking out the nurses ass with a stupid grin on my face, that's how I want to go.

While watching YouTube I watched one man explore a unique high rise in Alaska, I'll provide a link. The entire town lives in one isolated building with a view second to none. I am not longer a fan of winter but at that stage of my life does it matter when your stuck inside?

The key difference is the view. Compared to Hazleton pollution or a prestine mountain harbor in the Alaska wilderness, I choose Alaska and spread my ashes in the bay, I'm comfortable checking out of life under those conditions if I get a say.