I was sitting on a patio Friday afternoon soaking up some beer and vitamin D under a clear blue sky and a sunny 25. At one point I closed my eyes, lay back, and could smell the salt air of the Caribbean, imagine a stretch of pristine white sand with gently swaying palm trees, and hear the gentle lap of the lazy surf as it caressed the beach. Then I woke up to the sound of traffic, the odour of gasoline, and the waitress saying "Hey, buddy, wake up, you can't fall asleep here!"