Great Balls Of Fire

I woke up to a magical glowing palm tree this morning on our beach here in Los Boliches. And when I looked below the palm, I noticed some more magic. A castle. I wondered if there were a bunch of little people running around inside, but I was too lazy to go for a closer look.

(Click the images. You don’t have to go far for a closer look either.)

I’ll bet you were expecting Jerry Lee Lewis. 
Goodness, gracious, not this time. 
This is among the repertoire I used to entertain The Kid Brother on road trips. I still do command performances. (He commands; I perform.)
Nothing but high-brow here.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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