Behind the House of Refuge. There’s an endless expanse of deep blue ocean with white topped waves rolling in and sunshine everywhere. It’s not only a gorgeous stretch of beach, it fairly oozes history.

On a flight to Paris, actually. In business class, stretched out in a seat that converts unbelievably to a comfortable bed when you push a couple of buttons. Also with a delicious - swear to God - three course dinner with an unending supply of champagne.

Where am I today? At home looking at 2 fabulous gifts somebody just sent me. One is framed photo of The Rolling Stones - Mick, Keith and Ronnie - taking their final bow on their concert tour in Atlanta. The other is a framed poster of the set list for the show.

Where am I today? At Gilbert’s Bar Coffee Shop on a gorgeous Sunday morning, doing the New York Times crossword puzzle, sipping a creamy, smooth cappuccino and gazing at the boats in the Marina. It don’t get no better than that, as somebody famous once said. And looking at sailboats always brings back good memories.

Where am I today? At the psychic shop. Having my Tarot cards read. Does that mean I believe passionately in Tarot cards? Noooo. . .

So here I am, walking the Riverwalk in Seminole Beach, Florida at 5:00 pm on a July evening. Because even at 92 degrees, the view is spectacular and it beats the hell out of a therapy session.