Or, I guess, this late afternoon - with the time difference - we were drifting down the Seine, in Paris, under those incredible bridges, past the loveliest architecture on the planet. I might have felt melancholy that the night was our last in Europe, but Celeste prevented that by playing "TODAY while the blossoms STILL cling
to the vine," and I put myself in that mood - "Who cares what tomorrow may bring?" And that song became a bit of a theme song of my life, and I think I did learn more to enjoy each day as it comes . . . "