revolutionary in training

I must confess that I love to listen to music on airplanes. Most especially when you’re not allowed to: during take-off and landing. You can chalk it up to my red hair and subsequential stubbornness, or just my love of sentimentalism. (It’s probably both). Really, if I could, all of life would be a musical and every event of every day would have its appropriate song or instrumental to augment the moment. As my life is not a Drew Cary intro, I keep my iPod close at hand for those moments that simply demand a refrain. So apologies I bid you dear flight attendants, but I must have my moment and I must have my song. 

Sometimes the choice is hard to make. Which song to perfectly sweeten my views of the twinkling lights below? But tonight as I fly out over my city by the Bay, there is no choice but one song and one man. It’s hard to leave my beloved San Francisco but just as Tony Bennett serenades, one day I will return and your golden sun will shine for me.

I Left My Heart in San Francisco

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay,
The glory that was Rome is just another day,
I’ve been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan,
I’m going home to my city by the bay.

I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars.
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care.
My love waits there in San Francisco, above the blue and windy sea,
When I come home to you, San Francisco, your golden sun will shine for me.