Things are going badly in Mickey World. President Pumpkinhead is crashing the economy, raising sales taxes via tariffs, and gutting many of the government programs that I was planning on relying upon in my old age. My plan for dealing with the collapse of my world? I will run home to Iowa to live on the farm until I die.
The idea of running home naked isn’t primarily a metaphor only… I will probably have to divest most of my cherished possessions, leaving my library of books and videos, doll collection, HO train, and Toonerville Village behind me in the house with my daughter and wife. They are both staying in the Dallas suburbs for jobs until my wife is ready to retire. And they are hopefully going to get contractors to repair the foundation and roof of the house. I am going to miss them both. They will both be happy not to have me underfoot while the house is being torn apart and then be put back together.
So, I will be running away from home mostly unencumbered. Probably not completely and literally naked, but close. Oh, and there are probably alligators in every river I have to leap over.
Catch a Falling Star 