One of the most in tune with life I’ve felt in the past few years was ad-libbing an interpolation of My Girl with a friend from college as we walked along the coastline of outer Viejo San Juan. We were almost precisely 6 years out of undergrad and on the cusp of financial security. Our peers were beginning to marry. We were in Viejo San Juan’s outer suburbs, interspersed with federal and industrial buildings like military, storage and electrical facilities, walking back to a rental car in order to return it and fly our separate ways back to the continental United States. It was about a twenty minute walk through…