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I woke with a start, sweat pouring from my body.  I felt apprehensive.  Nervous.  I told myself it had just been a nightmare, but it had seemed so real.  Multi-colored fingers grabbing for me through an ooze of bright hues.  Maybe it was too much sun.  Or the tequila.  Probably both.
I dragged myself out of bed, opened the curtains and padded over to my closet. Sliding open the door, the light reflected off my newest tropical shirt and I realized that (to paraphrase a movie line), “this was my dream. This was my nightmare.”
Feeling particularly brave, I slipped into the shirt, one of coolest tropicals I own. I was now ready to face another day, certain I could keep my Inner Mad Gringo at bay. For the moment.

That's Just Mad Gringo

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