I'm a day late with my Monday happy song. This is actually typical behavior that I am going to try and rectify in the new year.
Several Valentine's Days ago, John took me out to eat at my favorite restaurant (since closed), and then to Eastman Theater to see Ben E. King. The place was filled with a bunch of 60-year olds and us, but it was one of the most enjoyable concerts I have ever been to. Mr King, of course, sang the below song, which is a wonderful antidote for grey and gloomy day.
For a few minutes, even I can pretend that the space under the boardwalk is NOT filled with broken glass, used prophylactic devices, and needles. It's a respite from the hot sun and, apparently, a great spot for dancing with my baby.
That's-a-where I wanna be...