He almost had his little Ranger's bed filled with bagged cans even with the cab high racks he built for it. He hit the first bar and found four more b...ags worth of cans even after he smashed them. Off to the second bar on his route. What the hell??? There were almost no aluminum cans in the dumpster. Had the bar owner began saving them himself? He only found about a quarter of a bag and most of those cans were filled with cigarette butts or other junk so he couldn't use them. Oh, well, on to the. We made it back to her room, and it was neatly decorated with fashionable items. We sat down together on a small sofa as she got us both a drink. We continued to talk, and it was obvious that something was on her mind."Kelly, what's up?" I asked her, her eyes immediately looking down at her hands in a nervous response. "Come on, what is going on? This is the first time that we have ever really spoken at length, and you invite me back to your place. Obviously, there is something you want to talk. I arrived at the airport, boarded the plane and a couple of hours later touched down in Aspen. I got a rental car and drove up the mountain to the ski lodge where I would be spending the weekend. I was a little tired after the flight, so after checking in I headed to my cabin to take a short nap. As I walked in the cabin and set my luggage down, I heard a strange noise. It was running water. I looked around the room and noticed someone else’s stuff throughout the room. So I cautiously decided. Today wasdifferent. That inquiry kept on repeating in his head and not moving onfrom the question was what made those tear fall.A massive stroke was what put him in this long term care center's bed.He has been in this bed for over a year now and being stuck in it wasgetting to him. He was on a long road of recovery; physically from thestroke and emotionally from him finding out he built his life on pillarsof sand. During this time Peter found out the difference between beingalone and loneliness.