If you are wondering where the cliffs are on Martha's Vineyard, they are in Colorado. J.W. finally gets off the island, and away from his kitchen, and spends about half the book in that state. Unfortunately, he still thinks Coors is a reasonably good beer to drink. But he does finally have success in his love life.

Hey, J.W., I have acrophobia too, so I know what you went through. Maybe that's why I live in Florida. However, unlike you, I'm not stupid enough to make an enemy of a state trooper for no good reason.

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