*I interupt this blogging to post a shout-out to someone whose visit was logged and I wanted to say howdy.
I was checking my visitor log today and noticed something that caught my attention. It may be a coincidence (yeah, right) or it may be that I got lucky seeing this. I’m not sure. Here’s the thing. It appears that I got a hit from a small town in a state really close to mine. A small town where an old friend of mine lives. An old friend that I was really close to once upon a time. An old Mac using friend of ours. Now, like I said, it could be coincidence or it could be that he dropped by and didn’t leave a comment or email. Nah, that would never happen. So, basically, if you know why I posted what I did in the extended entry, Mr. Mac User from a small town north of here, you better email me….or else! 
*We now return to our regularly scheduled blogging.
Escape (The Pina Colada Song)
By Rupert Holmes
I was tired of my lady, we’d been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:
“If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you’re not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I’m the lady you’ve looked for, write to me, and escape.”
I didn’t think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.
And though I’m nobody’s poet, I thought it wasn’t half-bad.
“Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
I’m not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I’ve got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O’Malley’s, where we’ll plan our escape.”
So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, “Oh, it’s you.”
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, “I never knew”..
“That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You’re the love that I’ve looked for, come with me, and escape.”
“If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You’re the love that I’ve looked for, come with me, and escape.”
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