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We held seventy to the Keys that night,

just to get a glimpse of Jimmy.

Dreaming of Buffetesque bars, ceiling fans,

and parrot heads.

The skinny bridge seemed endless, and

the macadam and key lime atmosphere

was a welcomed sight as we pulled into Margaritaville.



Now, you can cut a hard night in a place like that,

especially if you're not a tequila person (which I'm not).

But...Lord...the slightest motion or sound from the stage

set us straight up!



Insanity, booze-in-the-blender, moonlight music,

dolphins and manatees...the City came alive.

A memory that weekend, to last a lifetime.

We drove a bee-line home in a blinding rainstorm

that Sunday night, a swirl of bloodshot eyes

reporting to work not one minute late.

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But a woman and her time are not always one,

and those days are gone.

I let go of the years kicking and screaming, but I never

let go of special times...

one being that weekend at Key West where I

discovered a truth well worth remembering:

"If we weren't all crazy, we would all go insane...

and nothing remains quite the same..."