Church Bells, Margarine, and Jimmy Buffet

I was outside sitting around a campfire when thesix o'clockbell rang at the Presbyterian Church down the street. I wish it was real. Don't get me wrong - it sounds great. I love the little concert every night at six. But it isn't real. The sound comes from a loudspeaker attached to the outside wall of the "bell tower" of the church. The bells in theMethodistChurchdowntown are real. I love hearing them toll when i am walking downtown. To be honest with you, I'm not sure that i could tell the difference between a real bell and a recording. But knowing beats by dr dre whether or not it is real makes all the difference

I find that the bell recording serves as a metaphor for many aspects of life these days. Electric fireplaces, synthesized instruments, and chat rooms -all cheap imitations when you can't afford the real thing for one reason or another. A whole world full of margarine. You get so used to it that the taste beats pas cher of the real thing doesn't seem right anymore.

Jimmy Buffett once related in a book that he often takes his guitar into bars to perform impromptu concerts. A surprising number of people have told him that he doesn't do a very good "Jimmy Buffett" impression. Apparently he doesn't sound enough like himself. How sad.

The house that i grew up in had a doudoune moncler fireplace, and I really miss it. I can't afford to build one in my house, but installing a fake fireplace would cost me far more than a real one would. Maybe not in a way that you can measure in dollars and cents, but on a psychological level. I suppose that's why I was sitting around that campfire in the first place.