In some ways, wandering in the desert

What is best in life? He bellowed the question, and the answer is simple: the smell of fresh brewed coffee the taste of bananas from a bowl of Cheerios the delicate crunch of warm buttered toast this is what is best in life, Conan.

I had probably been shouting my argument but then again so was she Straw men were easily constructed and demolished , swaying no one. "What could possibly happen to make you think that was OK?" was my final question. It was the 60's she said shrugged, turned back to the book she had been originally torn from by my shouting at the TV. The Zeitgeist she offered as an apology or justification had passed into lore before I was born. leaving me trying to remember the only Dylan song I knew.