Carl Shepherd, my partner, now lives in a nursing home. I try to take him out to prevent bouts of cabin fever, but because I no longer drive, we have to use RTD, which is not bad considering the alternatives.
Remember, I am so old that I can remember when we snuck into the three gay bars in Denver. Back then we would never have thought of a PrideFest attended by 300,000; much less likely than going to the moon.