FAREWELL, PLANTATION

Voila! An American Dream.
Yeah, we can travel, girl, without any means.
When it's as easy as closing your eyes
And dream Jamaica is a big neon sign.
Just think Jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove.

Lyrics by The Dirt Band from the song, American Dream

It’s official. It’s sad. It’s time. I’m moving out of Plantation. The three hours of commuting each day is too much. I found a place about a five minute walk from work. As the song so eerily states, the American Dream is indeed moving to Coconut Grove. It’s about 40 miles Southeast of Plantation near downtown Miami. I’m not real happy about having to move, but I must retain my sanity. Driving the South Florida highways in rush hour traffic is not the way to retain one’s sanity. I may not be living here, but it will forever be a part of me. Can’t change the name now, right? I mean what else would you call me? Coconut? CG? The artist formerly known as Plantation? I think I’ll just stick with Plantation. I’ll miss living here, but I’m looking at it this way. My days just got three hours longer.