La vie en rose – Louis Armstrong (by IIIIvideowatcherIIII)
Now, I sit in my tiny rent controlled apartment, sitting in the dark, sipping on a beer or an Inglenook merlot. I listen to this and the Grace Jones version and the Edith Piaf version, and reminisce on my life in San Francisco as a nightclub paparazzo, and cackle.
I remember the times more than 35 years ago, listening to the same music, wishing there was more to life. And glad I did something about it. San Francisco has been very good to me, and you never know, I may still hit New York City before it’s all over and done with.