Who’s the dummy?
Sometimes thoughts hit you like a ton of bricks and other times they are much more subtle. This thought hit me like a ton of bricks. I enjoy listening to Margaritaville Radio and every week there is a “Fruitcake on the Radio”. The “Fruitcake” is able to take over the airwaves for about 30 minutes. They play four of their favorite Jimmy Buffett songs and then weave a story about themselves and why these songs are their favorites. It is usually quite entertaining. Well, a couple of weeks ago a “Fruitcake” was telling his story, and it hit me (like a ton of bricks)… who’s the dummy?
See, the “Fruitcake” wanted to visit all of the exciting and tropical places Jimmy Buffett sings about and decided to quit his job and become a DJ on a cruise ship. With his new job, he was able to see many tropical places and travel the world, and get paid to do it …. This story was being told as I was pulling into a parking garage, for a business meeting. Snow was spitting in the air and it was a very grey and ugly day, and this guy is regaling on how wonderful his life is and all of the exciting things he gets to do and see. So, who’s the dummy? Him, for quitting a really good job to travel the world or me sitting in a cold parking garage watching it spit snow? I think, we can all agree, it was me.
But, to make sure I wasn’t the dummy, I have decided to have the family weigh in on the discussion. On our next stay in Key West, the kids will be joining us for a few days. It’s not just to have a long needed family vacation, but an opportunity for them to see Key West the way we see Key West; and hopefully fall in love with it like we have. We have a casual itinerary planned while they are in town, but we want them to experience all of the Island while here to truly say they have seen Key West. In my mind, they will turn to us, and say you have to move here permanently …. NOW! If anyone remembers “Field of Dreams” when the brother finally “sees” the baseball game, he turns to them and tells they cannot sell …. that is the kind of epiphany I expect from the kids … big, big, expectations. But, I in my defense, I am hoping they confirm I am the dummy and it’s ok to live in paradise permanently.