…Of hotels filled with ghosts, and dinners capped with toasts.
Of Spanish words,
and running birds,
and family from both coasts.

How lovely it was!

So thanks for the memory.
If I should live so long,
and someone writes a song,
I’ll stifle a few wisecracks
and politely hum along.

Thank you, so much!

(Reference for those younger than 75)