As I peddled my bicycle today down the Gulf of Mexico Drive in the warm breeze of a sunny Sunday morning I thought about what Jimmy was missing out on. The last adventure I recall with him was a Grand Lodge meeting in Toronto at the Royal York Hotel when I ended removing myself from our room in the middle of the night upon discovering that - as Jimmy had warned me - his snoring was intolerable. That was before anyone knew about sleep apnea.
The mottled shade on the winding bike path beneath the rubbery leaves of the mango groves. In the distance the plate of shimmering green emeralds on the open sea beneath a cloudless azure dome. A white sail on the horizon and two seabirds in aerobatic embrace. A white Rolls Royce slips silently by on the Gulf of Mexico Drive and completes this unqualified image of Hedonism. My obligation is clear - maintain my race horse figure.