Sunset Celebration

“Our adventure lasted the entire day. We stopped at every watering hole, beer joint, bait shop and catfish bar between Key Largo and Key West. I had been in most of them before. It was ‘Hello’ at the door, my favorite beer opening as soon as we stepped inside. And soon, they knew Jimmy too. Finally, we wheeled into Key West and thrust Buffett toward the sand and the ending of the day. We watched his face blush with orange and his blue eyes go sunset. Buffett filled his lungs, but he wasn’t smelling a cheeseburger in paradise. He was inhaling the salt air of his childhood, hearing music in the distance, tasting shrimp in his dreams. Jimmy had his face in the front door, and the future was saying come on in.” —Jerry Jeff Walker, Gypsy Songman, 1999