Last week, my long-anticipated vacation to Jamaica included a surprising intersection between high and low points.

The high point was a tour — arranged by Mike through his travel connections — of Goldeneye, formerly the Jamaican estate of Ian Fleming (where he wrote all his James Bond novels), later developed into a luxurious resort by Chris Blackwell.

The low point came upon learning a day later, during my vacation, of the death of Tina Turner. Tina, as you’ll recall, sang the title song to the James Bond film, “Goldeneye.”

As Lionel Richie (who, coincidentally, I luckily saw on tour years back when he opened for Tina — read this link for the ironic flip side of that fact) recently said of her, “What a life! What a show! What a talent!”

R.I.P. Tina.