I’ve said it before (here?) and I’ll say it again. One of the best memories I’ve ever had in my entire life, spanning four decades or so (depending on how you reckon time), involves this song:
It also involves a villa in Puerto Rico, about two hundred feet above an oceanic cove horse-shoeing a secluded beach, a villa that includes an inground swimming pool with a dozen or so powerful external hi-fi speakers in surround-sound connected to a state-of-the-art sterio system indoors.
Now take away wives and children for the entire afternoon, but leave your best buddy. Throw in a case of Puerto Rican beer, ice cold, and a nerf football. Crank up the outdoor temperature to 85 degrees, keep it real sunny, and remove any trace of cloud from the sky. Put on the CD that contains the above tune, pass that football between each other from one side of the pool to the next, chugging beers, telling bad jokes, reminiscing about past good times, philosophizing about the future, stretch time impossibly long, and, well, you have just about the greatest day of your life.
Right?
Right!
PS - Found two pics on an old CD of “the pool”!
So how about one more song from that afternoon? Okay!
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