I Talked To A Lizard Yesterday ....

.... or a Gila Monster. Not quite sure.
See, I was shopping in what they call City Market (which has Kroger products, so. My last sojourn out'cheeuhn, Safeway was the only game in town. That and the A&P.)at the beer section; which, btw, was three little shelves and about four different brands of beer(3 were Coors. imagine that) I had decided to just give in and was reaching over to pick up a kwelve pack of Coors when I heard a voice from behind me say "Oh Man, s'great we can buy that here, now, huh?". I turned around and a lizard(gila monster?) lookin' dood about five foot tall then said, "Up until a month ago we had to buy beer only in liquor stores. Now you can buy it almost anywhere!". Okay so he wun't REALLY a lizard but fellas, lemmee tell ya' this hoss had been run hard and put up wet for way too many nights and I actually began to guess his age. I introduced myself, for the first time ever, btw, as I stuck my hand out and said "Bert Johnson, here. I'm new in town and have come from a place where y'can buy beer out the drive-though market window on Sunday Morning!". He asked me where I was from he backed up a step and asked "You're not a fan of the Orange Jesus, are you?". When he found out I thought America didn't need Trump or his type .... the elderly gentleman then shape-shifted back into a Lizad/Gila Monster and went on a rant about Conservatives in general, Republicans of every state, and President Trump especially. Full on lizard mouth foaming CUSSING LOUD, rant! I slowly pushed my cart along and he followed continuing with his rant. I never felt like running but I knew I needed to change the subject if I was to escape the Gila Monster's rant. He was wearing an old Zeppelin T-shirt so I asked him "Zep fan? or is that just a T-shirt? Lizard guy turned back into elderly gentleman like flipping a switch! How many times he'd seen 'em, page is a god, OH! John Hartford will be in town next week yadda yadda yaddah. "HEY!," the elderly gentleman asked, how old a guy are you?"."67", I told him and he said "No Shit! ME TOO!". "What day?" I was stunned but managed to stammer out while pointing at his T-shirt, "The same day as Robert Plant, August 20. But in '51 like you. I reckon?" "Mine's September 8th," the ELDERLY gentleman continued with another rant about Plant and the Shape Shifters and ..... I didn't really hear much of what dood was saying because I was doing the ciphering that made me realize I am OLDER than that elderly gentleman. And Boy, HOWDY! are there a lot of folks out here who look like they've been here as long as the mountains, and might live that long again. And it truly is hippie heaven out here on the West Slope. There're also a loooooootta MAGA caps.

So. My search continues for a place to hunker down. I am turning everything over to karma but what is and what should never be?