Life in and near our home in Paradise. No, really, it's called Paradise. Anything but in the summer at 110 degrees. Or really, in the pouring rain of winter (something just shy of a rainforest). But the rest of the time, it's like the name says, Paradise. Just look and see.
There's also a paradise in Kentucky. John Prine wrote a song about it. The irony is that it no longer exists.
And daddy wont you take me back to muhlenberg county
Down by the green river where paradise lay
Well, Im sorry my son, but youre too late in asking
Mister peabodys coal train has hauled it away