Leisure is being able to wake up in a luxury hotel with the whole day ahead of you and nothing to do except play that evening. Of course there were other things I had to attend to like a late breakfast, a half hour meditatio }n, a morning swim, a little reading, perhaps a nap, another swim, a walk along the breakwater. Sounds good, but life at the resort (or on a cruise ship, I imagine) is defined in very limiting and narrow terms and one can go bonkers very quickly. Shelter Island is essentially a T-shaped strip of hotels (including the bridge) in San Diego Bay. There was not much I wanted to do here, don't like touristy attractions, didn't want to drive anywhere, and things military, which is huge here with a Navy base full of aircraft carriers, are not a substitute for sex like they appear to be for most males culturally hard wired to salute.

The show leaned heavily towards Margaritaville. The offshore breezes picked up around 6pm as the day started to cool down. By show time all the white seats were filled, the wind was still and lights flickered on the water under the Kontiki torches. A huge flo ~tilla of sailboat owners in their dinghies assembled to watch the show just to the right of the stage in the marina. You really are cheap, said Margo to the boat people, but we still love you and want to thank you for paddling out to see us. Keren Ann, a solo artist, guitar playing singer/songwriter from Paris opened like she had the night before with a 60s rock-caberet (sp) sound and a bit of L. Cohen sensibility mixed in.

Later that night, a few of us decided to sail into the wee hours of the morning on the dressing room balcony overlooking the pool with a bottle of Tequila flowing freeing among us, and all the catering we could eat. Conversation seemed to settle agreeably on the topic of the Apollo Moon Mission as told by Graham. This according to Margo, who retired early, is one of his favorite topics. There we were, miles from our home sitting around and dreaming of space conquest and women. As I listened, I found myself thinking fondly about the woman I love and longing to be in her arms again, yet perfectly content to here in Southern California with these brothers listening to detail after explicit detail of the Apollo mission.

On to Saratoga, CA