Well, there I was: I had a cold, and it was cold outside, by my standards. I was behind on every deadline, and I could not think of one good thing to say. I could not rhyme cat and bat. The dogs were barking incessantly at the seven people stomping around on my roof removing the roof tiles. I realized I had nothing to say. So I told Sharon that my new project would be titled thusly: “I Have Nothing Left To Say,” although I could hear the critics saying, “Jim, you are exactly right.” When she asked what I would do with my time, I replied, “Pretend I’m in Tahiti.” That’s when it hit me, and that’s when all the ideas came oozing out of my pea brain. I hope you enjoy my fake trip to Tahiti.
Thanks again to all who continue to show up and be so supportive. I wish I could take all of you to Tahiti.
Burnt Store Marina