Let’s face it—given the choice, most of us would rather be somewhere else, not where we are. People have been dreaming about faraway places and faraway lands ever since the first caveman and his wife went over to the second caveman and his wife’s house for brontosaurus dinner and the first caveman’s wife, upon returning home, started complaining about the shabby state of their standard of living as compared to the Jonestones (“You call this a loin cloth?”), leading hubby to go out for a ride on the pet pterodactyl and wonder about what life might be like on the other side of the tar pits. Next thing you jjjhew there were cave drawings, j|boks, music, radio, movies and |§levision—all designed to make * forget our troubles by whiskjjg us away to the imagined Measures of Treasure Island, Sjgantasy Island, the Virgin llplands and Gilligan’s Island, like the ad says, get on that Honda...And do what? Escape.

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