Where we're going, we don't need "plans"

I jokingly told my mother on Sunday, while we were driving from Dutch Flat (look it up) to San Francisco, that I would have to make a blog post with this title soon.  I even explained the joke, since she hadn't seen or didn't remember seeing Back to the Future.  I further explained what it meant to me personally, though she more or less understood that part, since it was the context the subject had come up: I wanted fewer things tying me to a particular place, to a particular job.  I'm selling most of what I own so that I can more effectively bum about for a while.  This shocks her, child of a more enlightened time.

Anyway, today she (my mother) is unconscious in a hospital, so to anyone who reads this who I had made some kind of plans with: sorry, the deal's off, the flight's canceled, etc etc.

I try not to let personal tragedies shape my perception of the wider world, but I can't help typing "We are living in the post-plan era."