Here’s a little something I discovered about my day job.

After after three days in New York City–one of which was rainy–I realized as I was shaving that I was more tanned than when I arrived, and I use sunscreen on my face routinely because of too many cases of melanoma in the family.

When I think of islands for tanning I think:
Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go, Jamaica.

I can’t see the Beach Boys changing the song. They’d have to change everything to get “the Island Manhattan” to rhyme.

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