It Follows Us Everywhere...13 Years Later

Okay. Everyone pretty much knows I'm married to a former member of the Coral Reefers, right?

So I'm sitting here on a really dreary afternoon listening to the “Holiday Music” channel because there’s absolutely nothing worth watching on TV this time of day, and “Jingle Bells” comes on. Not just any “Jingle Bells,” but the version by the guy who just seems to “be” everywhere.

Jimmy Buffett.

Thirteen years earlier….

Don and I have been dating for about 8 months or so, and it didn’t matter where we what, or what radio station we turned on in the car…Buffett was always playing. “A Pirate Looks at 40.” “Come Monday.” We’re in a Burger King at 1 in the morning in Sedalia, Missouri, and “Son of a Son of a Sailor” comes on the PA. We’re walking past a bar on Bourbon Street on our first trip to New Orleans together and there’s a guy doing a single act, singing “Why Don’t We Get Drunk.” We’ve heard countless butchering of “Margaritaville.”

(Who hasn’t?)

What kind of omen is that?? Even during the holidays, he’s THERE.

Quick!!! Where’s my Andy Williams album???

(By the way, if you’re wondering why we were in a Burger King at 1 in the morning in Sedalia, Missouri, we were on our way to Indiana to pick up Number One Son Danny. It was 1997, around Spring Break time, I think.)