This song, particularly timely as we head into this soulful weekend on the coast; making our usual stop at Helvetia Tavern, home of the Jumbo Cheeseburger.
Mmm mmm GOOD.
“Cheeseburger In Paradise”
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits Made it nearly seventy days Losin’ weight without speed Eatin’ sunflower seeds Drinkin’ lots of carrot juice and soakin’ up rays
But at night I’d have these wonderful dreams Some kind of sensuous treat Not zucchini, fettuccini, or bulgur wheat But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Cheeseburger in paradise Heaven on earth with an onion slice Not too particular, not too precise I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old-time sailor men They eat the same thing again and again “Warm beer and bread,” they say, “could raise the dead” Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn
But times have changed for sailors these days When I’m in port I get what I need Not just Havanas or bananas, or daiquiris But that American creation on which I feed
Cheeseburger in paradise Medium rare with Muenster’d be nice Heaven on Earth with an onion slice I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer…
…for my cheeseburger in paradise? Makin’ the best of every virtue and vice Worth every damn bit of sacrifice To get a cheeseburger in paradise To be a cheeseburger in paradise I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer Well, good god almighty, which way do I steer?
Blessed to have another long weekend up ahead, taking a couple days off work to make it a long weekend on the coast.
Annual trip, maybe close to 30 years running, more or less. Same group of five guys, “The Mexicans” (my nickname). Early on in the tradition we went over the border to Mexico one year; we’ve called it “Mexico” ever since.
Soul Time, straight up. I’ve written about these guys, this annual gathering, several times.
This time helps me calibrate my perspectives; this time helps me broaden my awareness; this time fills my soul from hours on end with people I admire, learn from, love.
Several years back I wrote a piece about “No Fear” — at the time I mentioned “…in the face of the dragon…”, or something like that. I recall feeling strongly about the idea of standing up to things we might fear.
That theme has come up countless times, especially with my three kids, over the past five plus years. Fear comes up again and again. “I’m scared…”, it’s said all the time in our house.
What they sometimes mean is more, “…I’m anxious or nervous or uncertain about how things will go…”, something along those lines. Other times my kids are reasonably fearful, for one or another reason.
So fast-forward to more present time, I recently found this quite from the Brazilian author, Paul Coelho. I love it. It’s perfect. It’s on my facebook background. And now it’s also on the wall in our dining/living area at home too.
Let it be that we live this attitude every hour of every day.
“And one has to understand that braveness is not the absence of fear but rather the strength to keep on going forward despite the fear.”