So Jimmy Buffett is all grown up now. So is everybody else supposed to be grown up? Am I supposed to be grown up? The album in 1981 called "You Had To Be There" can still be purchased...it is not censored, and is more imaginative than TuPac or Snoop Dogg or Kid Rock.... if you like hard-core rap you can remember only four words from any album eight or so years ago.... profanities chanted over and over again like a sickening mantra, both then and now. So what kind of comparison am I making here?

Buffett has cleaned up his act...but look what jr. is listening to now...politics as empty as a beer bottle in a trash can---profanity in music for the sake of using profanity---no depth, no message---but Mom and Dad are glad they know where the old Buffett albums are and Jr. does not. So Buffett goes but now he is doing the 90's thing and I wonder what the future holds...I bet when or IF he retires he listens to "A1A" every weekend at the paradise of a sailor's wildest dreams. And can live with what he sang on his early records. Baby boomers could have grown up with Satanism or thug philosophy; think of how you choose for your 13-year-old son. So what do you do...go to work each day and do chores on the weekend and put the daggone PC to work in those spare nights. A beer, O.K., maybe one, you earned it. We party in bars and hope we can drive or get a buddy to...why party at home and upset the delicate balance. And listen to the old Buffett albums in the car or the SRV or the ORV or the mini-van when ALONE.

So Jimmy Buffet grew up when he was 40-some and when are we supposed to grow up? At 23? At 31? At 40-next? Well it is a choice and it damn well better be yours, mate. Time is relative but not A Relative. Presently tense? Well you are the only one that can take care of that, my friend. And you gotta get down to the beach, despite the fact that a whole bunch of other people have the same idea. And who are they anyway? Let the your girl drive. You need to wait for your next beer now, in this state anyway. Pretend it's a raise. The old music sticks to your ribs like whole-hog barbecue. Let's keep it there because most of us survived. That is all you can ask. For the feeling.

David Southerland lives in Goldsboro, North Carolina. he is happily single, does not work but pays his own way. He knows a fair amount about computers after having one for one year, has a beagle, likes important films and comedies, likes Tess Gallagher, listens to The Doors, Weather Report, and Oregon(Ralph Towner's band).