I was never a Parrothead, but I did get a kick out of the pilgrimage of folks in Hawaiian shirts past my home every year (or so) when Buffett would come and play at Wrigley Field.
When the whole of the Midwest descends upon your neighborhood, parking becomes impossible, but the folks working their way to the baseball field were always filled with a joyful energy.
I was never a Parrothead, but I did get a kick out of the pilgrimage of folks in Hawaiian shirts past my home every year (or so) when Buffett would come and play at Wrigley Field.
When the whole of the Midwest descends upon your neighborhood, parking becomes impossible, but the folks working their way to the baseball field were always filled with a joyful energy.
I'm going to miss seeing those folks.
That was a beautiful tribute to Jimmy Buffet. You are quite the poet, David Thornton.