In the merriest of experiments that we are calling, “Jimmy Buffett Meets Mark Twain on the Way to Heaven,” impressionist Darin Talbot and I are connecting dots between two of America’s most colorful characters. We decided to begin by selecting lyrics that might segue seamlessly, and just let time and space fall into simultaneous dimensions. I’ll present some first proposals here, and await Jimmy’s (Darin’s) rejoinders… Jimmy, my son, I feel a ne…