For Mad Men Only…..

…….Well folks, I watched the last installment of Madmen today….on the internet….and I have to admit…a tear or two was shed…..I found that Don Draper's redemption or tempo-redemption was totally believable… much like the awakenings for those of us who passed through the "Me-Decade" of the '70's…in some ways it paralleled my personal journey and the journeys of countless others from that era….I found myself draped in orange in India with a new name and a somewhat clean slate in 1978 and what a profound discovery that was for me….I am quite amazed that I gave myself that chance to leave the gutters of downtown Manhattan and to claim a new costume in order to shed the old skin….. And then years later…in the gardens of Marin County deciding to shed those orange robes in order to move on without the training wheels that I had claimed in India…In this evolving and revolving I am reminded of reading Hermann Hesse so many years back and the chapter, "For Mad Men Only", in the book Steppenwolf…how that title was so spot on for my early days in India…..and now miles and smiles and tears and fears and years later…..here in Mexico……in this spiral culture that I have come to embrace…"For Mad Men Only" rings in my ears…..and I allow it….and the sun has a twinkle….