In Beatnik Paradiso, the streets are paved with ideas. Reality is fluid and is disproportionately affected by the weather.

That's the way it is....

It used to be about beaches... in the Bahamas, Cuba, Colombia, Venezuela.... all of the memories of warmer places and sunnier times. Things change rapidly and yet they don't seem to change at all. The ideas still race through. You catch some... and some get away.

Sometimes life is like a romance novel. Sometimes it's a mystery.

Sometimes it's like a movie... at least, I have experienced it and remember it like one. A movie written and directed by someone else. Luckily for me, each sequence of events seems to culminate in an apparent happy ending... most of the time. It just depends on when you hit that "pause" button.



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