If I had a song that I could sing for you


I’d sing a song to make you feel this way:

Sunshine over Harvard Square.

Sadly, I never learned to sing. I’m afraid it might be too late. But I think I can learn to take pictures. Leaving my apartment this morning, John Denver popped into my head. I remember Catherine telling me that during her years at Harvard she realized she needed help because she liked Barry Manilow and nobody else did. She and I have both come to terms with our common malady, but I hope John Denver isn’t a sign of senile dementia.

Coming across the Charles, the sunshine in my eyes almost made my cry. The sunshine on the water looked so lovely. It made me high.

But if I had a wish that I could wish for you, i would not wish for sunshine all the while. I would wish that you also understand how Gene Kelly could sing in the rain. Or why I asked Philip Mannheim* to stop in the middle of Memorial Drive – seriously annoying 3 drivers – to run back and catch the fog on the river.

The DeWolfe Boathouse of Boston University in the for.

Beauty almost always makes me high.

*Dude! We can get a better picture than that!

HUCTW: The light dawns on Marblehead.
HUCTW: new technology and the older* workers.

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