The first time I heard this song I was on the beach in Cabo San Lucas soaking up the sun. Now, whenever I hear it, I am immediately transported back to that place.
This morning I am going to ask you to indulge that fantasy because the bitter January cold has officially set in up here in “the tundra.” Fantasy is all I’ve got.
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