I took a ride on this thing I’m not supposed to refer to as “a boat”.
And, on board, I listened to this. And saw dancers and singers and marzipan, oh my!
We came to a shore farther east than I’ve ever been (unless you count my birth country, which is often labeled as a part of the Far East, but I prefer to think it of as far west). Anyway . . .
People of Bermuda, you’re awesome.
Many blues of Bermuda, you’re awesome, too.
I drank a pint with my favorite living fellows under the age of 70 whilst listening to Poor Man’s Eric Clapton do a pleasant Paul McCartney, for the tourists, you know.
And I was happy.
Thanks, Mom & Dad.