Paradise Island. Sunday afternoon. Empty beach. Nobody in the water. Sunny, cold and no waves- a sad sandy desert. The only open joint offers orange juice to lengthen your life by one minute. Everything else is deep fried. I am drawn to the only place that seems animated. Someone things accompanied by some version of orchestral karaoke. Sinatra of course. The boardwalk in front the counter is full. Beer drinking over sixty-five hot gals and guys. Dancing and gesticulating. Happy and requesting songs from the fifties or beyond...
What age do people have in Paradise. The age they died at??
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