Tanned and rested, Janine writes:
Just returned from a lovely week in Bermuda. We took a late night glass bottom boat cruise out of Hamilton one night. After viewing the coral reef (illuminated - now that was a new twist), we came back past what the locals call "Paradise Islands," a set of small undeveloped islands where they spend weekends. The boat captain said that they had to come out to them because Bermuda was suffering from overdevelopment like that Joni Mitchell song about paving Paradise. Of course, my family starts groaning (quietly) and elbowing me on the dark ride back to town. I just sat their with a big grin. Her message is always near.