I spent a fair bit of today piecing together why Jimmy Buffet passing upset me so.

in 1976 I went from Maine to Flagstaff, Arizona to to pursue a graduate degree in geology. Work for $2600 dollars a year plus tuition, teach 70 undergrads,and if you survive, you leave thinking like a geologist. One of the first guys I met came from Florida to do the same. He and his wife took me out to poke around a mining town the first weekend.

He put on some music "that some of us from Florida know". I asked "is he singing "why don't we get drunk and screw"?". Yep.

We survived. We headed off to far flung places, the middle east, the far east, the arctic, the tropics. Years later, we ended up living a few houses from each other. We ski, fly fish, drink margaritas together, listen to old music and swap lies and stories about our lives. Uncle Warren helped bring about that happy destination. Cheers to the Buffetts.