The young hard looking beaded guy living in Alaska laid out his philosophical position, "You get what, 75 circuits if you're lucky?" The camera aimed at the Alaskan sun. And I thought, Jeeze, do you have to be such a fatalistic bean counter about it? Can't I just take each day, each year at a time without counting them down? With only seventy-five years worth, I sure wouldn't want to miss too many.
The band of color is becoming somewhat Maxwell Parish-y.