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Friday, July 22, 2005
Counting Down . . .
Tomorrow is the day we head to the B&B beach house for a few days, nestled away in the dunes, away from the clap-trap of tourism and the overflow of people . . . I'm already 'feeling' beach-mode kicking in . . . we'll be heading South, with the top dropped on the convertible, and the wind rushing by as we transform from regular time to "island-time" and, as everyone knows who has experienced it first-hand, there's NOTHING like island-time!
"Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes"
I took off for a weekend last month Just to try and recall the whole year. All of the faces and all of the places, wonderin' where they all disappeared. I didn't ponder the question too long; I was hungry and went out for a bite. Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum, and we wound up drinkin' all night.
It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.
[Chorus:] These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, Nothing remains quite the same. Through all of the islands and all of the highlands, If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane
Reading departure signs in some big airport Reminds me of the places I've been. Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure Makes me want to go back again. If it suddenly ended tomorrow, I could somehow adjust to the fall. Good times and riches and son of a bitches, I've seen more than I can recall
[Chorus]
I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine, I wish I could jump on a plane. And so many nights I just dream of the ocean. God, I wish I was sailin' again. Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong with these...
[Chorus] -- Jimmy Buffett
I'll see everyone when I return next week . . . until then . . . I'm tuned-out, turned-off, and in beach-mode, darlin' . . .
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