My last adventure

Every time 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; the translation is I will be confined to my final home and forced to stare out my windows until I say goodbye.

Prior to my new discovery, the highlight of my day was 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 nurse's ass with a stupid grin on my face; that’s how I want to go.

While watching YouTube, I saw 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 no longer a fan of winter, but at that stage of my life, does it matter when you’re stuck inside?

The key difference is the view. Compared to Hazleton pollution or a pristine 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.