I was once a fan of Jimmy Buffett. When I was younger. His early days. And I’ve never had so much as a single drink of alcohol. Go figure.
By the time he moved from the gulf coast to the mountains of Colorado to find himself, I was long gone as a fan. So when he returned to the Florida Keys and found his way back home to the gulf, I had been away from his current music for a few years, but his earliest work continued to be in my ear buds pretty regularly. Well, to be fair — I’ve always loved his voice. The whole Parrothead thing escaped me though. But, this isn’t about Jimmy Buffett so much. It is about one of his songs though. A song that I’ve sung thousands of times while driving in the car.
I’m out and about and “A Pirate’s Look At 40” pops into my head. I’ve seen him perform it live many times – pre-Cheeseburger in Paradise Jimmy Buffett.
Part of the lyrics are…
Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin to plunder
Im an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
And so in keeping with the last few posts/podcasts/videos here – I began to wonder about my place in time. It’s not something we can do much about, but there are a few takeaways that might be able to help us.
Today’s show was recorded out and about – not Inside The Yellow Studio. Give it a listen, it’s short.
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