When my son first left for Scotland just before the fall of 2018 to follow his dream of studying at the University of Stirling, I just knew he’d be terribly homesick for everything about America, including his family. He was … for about 27 seconds. He’s fallen in love with the place. The Scots have stolen my son.
He’s happy, though, and getting a good education, and that’s all I really care about. It’s not my life to live. But I’m glad to see that he hasn’t completely forgotten dear old dad.
I know because he texted me yesterday morning to let me know he was on the radio — the university’s Air3Radio to be specific, joining a show hosted by his friend Jules. Thanks to modern technology, I could tune in live. Wasn’t a real big fan of the music, but he made note of it in his second-to-last segment of their show:
To my surprise, he concluded their show with a song for me — Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville.” I’ve never before associated Scotland with anything Margaritaville. Here’s the end of that show: