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Yesterday while I was being worked over by the chiropractor, he asked me to think of a place that made me happy. Usually, I go straight to a beach with the palm tree arching gracefully over the sugar white sand. Think one of those Corona beer (with lime, please) commercials.

Yesterday, the image that came to mind was this:

The Hills are Alive (in a good way)...

And strangely enough, there was music accompanying the image. But it wasn’t what you think. No, not HIGH ON A HILL WITH A LONELY GOATHERD. No, not DOE A DEER and not even my favorite SOMETHING GOOD.

The soundtrack for this image was DON’T RAIN ON MY PARADE.

Huh. Who knew. It’s an odd combination, but I’ll take it. I think I’ve found a new happy place.

Have a happy day!