We’re headed out to the island for sun, sand, sea, suds, surf, steel drums, sleep… and whatever else starts with “s”.

I’ll be incommunicado for the next six days – just long enough to find the other me and recharge my solar cells.

Y’all be safe and we’ll catch you on the flip.

Hello mister other me
It’s been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself’s a crime
So tell me all your troubles
I’ll surely tell you mine
We’ll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine
That’s where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear