I have always loved this song by James Taylor.
When I was a kid, there was a travel agency in the grocery store. While my parents were doing the (boring) grocery shopping, I would be perusing the brochures, planning in my mind the fabulous S. Carolina vacations I’d take when I was old enough, the Hilton Head rentals and the marshes and beaches and everything. I’m sure the travel agents were oh so excited to see me coming; I’d totally pilfer their tourism guide stash, then at home I’d cut out photos of places I wanted to go and make huge collages for my bedroom wall.
I just realized that whenever I think of a vacation destination, I think of somewhere near the ocean. I have never really been interested in visiting anyplace that is not ocean-accessible. And not like, Florida Disneyland beach access… more serene than that I guess.
Not that I’d turn down a trip to the Carribbean or anything.
James Taylor is from Massachusetts, originally. I think my granpa taught his dad.
That is the extent of my knowledge of James Taylor, aside from his music and the fact that he looks like my brother.