Jimmy, I’m sure there’s a woman to blame
I tell you what, people younger than me are dropping like flies, and I wonder if it’s time to worry.
Buffett
Today the mayor of Margaritaville has left the beach, flying high and away up into the clouds in his wonderful HU-16 Albatross (a plane I knew well from my time in the Navy), the “Hemisphere Dancer.” I want to say thank you for all the songs and that “drunken Caribbean rock ‘n’ roll” flavor that fueled them. But he knows we liked the music and would have moved to Margaritaville if we could.
I’m not sure whether I should mourn his passing with a pitcher of margaritas or a six-pack of LandShark Lager. He’s left behind a legacy of songs, books, and business ventures. So he leaves us with a lot of what he knew and loved. He was part of the “Silent Generation,” though that term doesn’t describe him! And yet, I think of the knowledge lost as members of this generation fly away–as useful as albatrosses, the younger generations believe–that will never be known again.
The manatees say, “So long, and thanks for all the sea grasses, mollusks, worms, crustaceans, bivalves, and fish.
What we know, some say, is out of date and irrelevant. I doubt that. But that’s life. Rest in peace, Jimmy.
