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Some karma that I brought into this life from some other, perhaps, or just an innate feeling that seems to have always been with me, has given me this "Caribbean soul I can barely control" and an intense love of all things beach, tropical, Cajun & Latin. I don't know why, it's just always been there in my heart of hearts, so I must tip my hat to Jimmy Buffett for so much of my poetic license in life, he's just always said the things I wished I would've said.

I've never lived the lifestyle of Joe Merchant or the Pirate, but I love the water (even rainy-day puddles) and if it weren't for the random laws of the universe, I probably would be living in a place where the warm breezes blow, and I'd be rockin' & rollin' on a boat somewhere in the middle of some lagoon eating fruit of many colors with a red-plumed African Macaw sitting on my shoulder gnawing a gnut that he held in his flexible talon, as I, his flowerlady, sipped jujubes through a straw. There'd be mist on my face & flowers in my hair, of course...

I started early in life at the beaches in Jersey (only we called it "the shore"). I guess I was like Zonker when it came to the sun: whither it goest I, too, would goest. Baking in the sun, listening to the sound of the surf as it hit the beach and the mournful cry of the seagull (yea, ok, poetic license here), was my idea of a "day at the beach," so vacation wasn't vacation without some sand in my shoes.

So when I grew up and left the "shore," I got on an airplane and found the beaches of Cancun, Cayman and Cabo before they became over-run by all those screaming Van Halens, so I moved on to Hualtulco and Ziahuantejo and an occasional return to Bradley Beach at the "shore."

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Flesh and Bone
by Jimmy Buffett

If man came from Venus
And woman came from Mars
Then I'd be lunchin w/my boyfriend
While you girls talked about cigars
But that's not how it happened
E-volution took a different turn
We may be creatures
w/some unique features
But we still got a lot to learn

We made it nearly 20 centuries
But you folks with PhDs
Spun a web of communication
But it's all still a tangle to me
I can't tell the spider
From the dangling flies and moths
I feel like some outsider
Who seems to have his wires all crossed

I can't fax you my love
I can't email my heart
I can't see your face in cyber space
I don't know where to start
I'm light years behind
From the age they call stone
I'm a carbon-based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone

I ain't no clone I'm just flesh and bone
Tryin' to connect w/you
I ain't no clone I'm just flesh & bone
Tryin to get a message through

Now we live in this age of computers
They run everything in the world
And I'm a little behind on this technical climb
And you are an internet girl
I've got words but no processor
I've got feelings but I don't know DOS
So I just have to go back to basics
To try to get my point across

Desperate for a glimpse of the future
You use crystals, cards & dice
And that Y2K is comin' our way
They're talkin' about some worldly strife
It's time to think of simpler options
It's time to formulate a big Plan B
So if your hard drive crashes
I got some coolers stashed
C'mon and sail away w/me

I can't fax you my love
I can't email my heart
I can't see your face in cyber space
I don't know where to start
I'm light years behind
From the age they call stone
I'm a carbon-based caveman
Honey just flesh and bone

I ain't no clone
I'm just flesh and bone
Tryin to connect w/you
I ain't no clone
I'm just flesh and bone
Let's run away to Timbuktu

From the album BeachHouse on the Moon

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