I get that Hurricane Irma is serious and everything, I really do, but how many times have we heard about Barbuda in the last week? I mean, besides Robert De Niro, has anyone ever even heard of Barbuda?
Did Barbados and Bermuda have a baby?
So many questions about the tiny island in the Caribbean, home of just over 1,600 people. I guess if the Beach Boys didn’t mention it in “Surfin’ USA,” then I’m lost. That’s on me. I need to brush up on my geography evidently.
“Aruba, Jamaica, ooooo, I wanna take ya…
to Bermuda, Bahama, come on, pretty mama!
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go?”
I woke up singing the lyrics of “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys. It’s one of those disappointing mornings when you realize the dream you just awoke from is better than real life, know what I mean? This time I was part of an all-male quartet singing about a tropical paradise that may or may not actually exist. You should’ve heard my vibrato! The dream probably came from my subconscious desire to be a good singer. Or my very conscious desire to be somewhere beachy. Today, neither are true. But all through breakfast I sang like no one was listening! Much to the dismay of those who were listening.