Remembering Jimmy Buffett Two Years Later

<![CDATA[On the night of Sept. 1, 2023, I was alone in a hotel room in Costa Rica. I'd just flown to the country by myself for the first time, and I'd been on the phone half the evening with my dad, who was very worried about my dog that I hated leaving behind in the first place. That night, I went to bed feeling pretty crummy and a little scared. What was I doing? After watching a documentary on the Atlanta Child Murders on the one English news station I could find, I finally passed out from exhaustion and worry with my TV on, and sometime around 2 a.m., I heard a news anchor say that Jimmy Buffett had died. At first, I thought I was dreaming, but when I woke up and saw that it was true. The night couldn't get any worse, I thought.   ]]>