God is a bald man wandering the hallways of the memory care facility on the outskirts of Portland Oregon, wearing an accordian. God loves to play the songs from The Sound of Music, especially the one about the lonely goatherd. God has wide eyes and a penchant for the oldies, he puffs out his chest and wanders into the rooms and hallways and lobbies, playing songs that bring memories to the ones who have so few left. God knows how to make people who are both very old and very young crack a smile. God knows how to yodel. God invented it, is the strange thing. Anyone who loves accordions and yodelling and people so close to the end of their lives must be good. That’s what I am thinking today, anyways.