Turn, New Leaf, Turn

Time and again, JD half-jokingly fantasizes about moving to a desert island where nobody knows his past.

No, he's not a convicted felon on the run. And I realize a "desert island", by definition, harbors no residents (who may or may not know your past).

But if one was to wind up on a desert island, it would be nice to have cases and cases of rum, à la Pirates of the Caribbean.

I'd probably miss ice, though.

This morning, as i sat in my car in the parking lot at work, dreading to go in, hating everybody inside, i found solace in the thought of starting over in a seaport village.

À la Half Light. Sans the haunted lighthouse.

Yeah, i could dig that. Now i know what's JD has been talking about.