I Would Really Rather Be Jimmy Buffett

For once I thought I might escape if only for a moment my hopelessly bourgeois life, so I brought my guitar to the annual Newton Kight summer picnic this year to host a sing along. Wow what a terrible venue. Silver Lake picnic shelter next to a four lane. We shared our cheeseburgers in paradise with several Harley Davidson’s out for a Sunday.

aging gracefully
The One and Only Jimmy Buffett

But I came away thinking I have chosen the wrong profession. I am not just one of the throngs of parrot heads who follow Jimmy Buffet and live for the weekend and spend the rest of the time in existentialist crisis. I came away wanting to step into the Jimmy Buffet world for real this time.

Endless summer, beach party goes all the time, sand in the toes, beautiful sunsets, guitar slung around the neck having a great time and more than a few beers.

But in the end I will show up for work again after the Labor Day holiday.


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