MARLENE: Hey, Cap’n Greg. You ever get tired of all this?
CAP’N GREG: Okay, Marlene, here’s the deal. I’m sitting here in a ratty T-shirt, tattered shorts and flip-flops, shaded by a palapa at a beach bar, savoring the sea breeze and a cold drink, and watching three dozen Arizona State boys and girls doing what we did way too many decades ago. Is this the thing I should be getting tired of?
MARLENE: Well, yeh. In a way, it is.
CAP’N GREG: I’ve heard this before, Marlene. Those who visit Rocky Point once or twice a year see the lifestyle of Jimmy Buffett (May he rest in peace.) and wonder what it would be like for a week or a month or even a lifetime. And some think maybe, just maybe, too much of a good thing is a bad thing. Am I right?
MARLENE: That’s it, exactly. You got the weather and the water and the food and the culture.
CAP’N GREG: And enough eye candy to make a grown man cry?
MARLENE: And a grown woman, too, Cap’n Greg. Plus, there’s the food.
CAP’N GREG: You already said food once.
MARLENE: Great food deserves to be mentioned twice.
CAP’N GREG: Fair enough. What else?
MARLENE: One sunset is worth the whole drive down here.
CAP’N GREG: That pretty much sums it up, Marlene.
MARLENE: I guess I answered my own question, then. You don’t get tired of Paradise.
CAP’N GREG: Well, there’s one thing I am tired of.
MARLENE: What’s that?
CAP’N GREG: This afternoon I walked up to the bar three times, stood hip-to-hip with all those amazing young kids just learning about life, and I bought all our beers. What do you say to that?
MARLENE: First, I say the next round is on me. Second, I am moving here come Monday.
