Even though I’m still not feeling great I took advantage of the cooler weather this morning to get some yard work done. Hey, when it’s cloudy and under 90 degrees in the summer in Florida one would be foolish not to (I’m sick, not stupid).

As I was mowing I came across this pepper shaker (talk about a random thing to find). This is how my mind works: salt shakers are typically accompanied by pepper shakers. Since Jimmy Buffett wrote Margaritaville down in Key West, it stands to reason that the salt he sings about must be somewhere in this state.

So, Jimmy, if you ever find your ‘lost shaker of salt’ and need its dark and spicy companion, give me a call.

(P.S. If none of that makes any sense to you, I blame my fever.)