I heard several stories on NPR this week about Frank Sinatra, so I thought that I should write about my favorite Frank Sinatra song.
I went to New York for the first time my junior year of college. I had struggled with depression the previous year and had not really been on vacation for years. We were too poor. However, my college had arranged a trip to New York for only $100, it covered the hotel, the bus, and Avenue Q, Broadway show. We had to leave at midnight or at some ungodly hour, I can’t remember. I walked down the street in the dark dragging a small suitcase behind me, praying that I would not be attacked or raped on my way to the student center, where we would pick up the bus.
As I did, I had this song in my head. I may have even sang it as I walked.
The hope, excitement, and determination in this song is unmatched, and Frank lends it his own signature style.
For the record, I had an amazing time in New York. One of the great moments of my life was walking toward Central Park and realizing that I was walking around New York. I felt so grown up, and for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful about my future. After all, I made it there. 🙂
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