Orange=

I seem to be going through an orange phase. And I don't think it has anything to do with the seventies. I don't really remember much of that decade, at least nothing to do with orange. I remember running away (a few times) when I was three, not because of anything disgruntling, but simply for exploratory purposes. It was way before children's services would come a knockin' for one's child walking around the neighborhood unattended clad only in a diaper and a smile. Neighbors would just return me with a laugh. But none of that, to the best of my knowledge, has anything to do with my current orange-stuff-purchasing. But wouldn't it be more compelling if it did symbolize something deeper in me...like orange equals the need for a neighborhood reconnaisance?