A yarn inspired by a visit to a tiny town on Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, and Jimmy Buffet.
A living trivia category for over thirty years, was the tiny hamlet of Paradise, located in a corner of Michigan’s upper peninsula. Townsfolk could take social media publicity no longer.
A popular fishing and vacation destination, the “Please refrain from playing Jimmy Buffet music–thank you for your cooperation,” signs in store windows were hard to explain. The law was impossible to enforce.
“I wouldn’t care if I never heard that “Cheeseburger in Paradise” song, ever again. And I think most everybody here would agree with me,” Mayor H. Claven Clifford II said at the town meeting.
“If I get another request from a Hollywood media producer, to be interviewed about our being anti-Jimmy Buffet this or that–I’m gonna’ scream. I swear, Buffet got more publicity from our denial, than he would have gotten otherwise.”
“My father, who was mayor at that time, is probably turning over in his grave.”
“Permission to speak?” Asked Councilman L. E. Muenster. “Don’t you…
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