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Come Monday

    Hey, everyone. I was just sitting on the deck, listening to some good tunes and sipping on a Jamaican beer called Red Stripe. It's a heavy beer and I don't drink it very often. When it's right, it's really good. I had been mowing and doing some laborious things which is not my strong suite, but it's my experience that if you're down, start working and you'll come out of your funk.
    The old Jimmy Buffett song came on and I know you'll remember it. Come Monday is a good one. As I sat there listening, I remembered a summer evening with my wife. We were in Illinois for a few months on a contract engineering job. So it was a good opportunity to catch a concert. We went to the north side of Chicago to an open air concert with the beach music king, Mr. Buffett. It was packed out and there were even folks sitting on the grass. They'd even brought their blankets and spread them out. A picnic or two was in progress. Couples were popping a bottle of wine. Although we did not partake, there was considerable smoke drifting about and Buffett said, "Hey, I smell that stuff up here! We're just having a little iced tea on stage." There was a big laugh and he said, "If you believed that, you wouldn't be here."
     The heat of the day was passed away. The sun was setting as Jimmy did Margaritaville (spelling?) and Fins, A Pirate Looks At Forty, He Went To Paris. I had a nice-looking woman with me, more money than I could spend and almost no worries.
    After an extremely tough week, when major plans and dreams were destroyed, it was strengthening to mellow out and think of better times. If I had only known how good and perfect I had it, many times, many places. Suck all the juice out of the good moments of life and don't depend on things always going your way. They certainly will not.
     But hey, Come Monday, It'll Be Alright.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. Hey, Jimmy. I love that part where you wrote, "I got my hushpuppies on, guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll."  

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