Just three weeks...

Sólamente quedan tres semanas. En 21 días, more or less, con permiso de la autoridad y si el tiempo no lo impide, there will be el primero de una larga lista de another cool, cool, afternoons at The Hill, by the lake, in Central Park, NYC. I'am one of the many New Yorkers who have enjoyed sitting on a hillside in Central Park on a Saturday in the summer listening to David Ippolito, "That Guitar Man''. I have brought my friends who visit the city to listen to him because he represents more than anything else what this great city has to offer, and he dispels the myth that everything costs too much in the city. ..

.

Long distance, long time, long past due.

Through the years I've wondered if I'd ever hear from you.

But, the phone rings and here you are.

I haven't felt like this in fifteen years.

How are you? Where are you calling from tonight?

When this moment came somehow I always knew I'd be alright.

And 'though I'm trembling, I'm relieved.

Still, I can't believe that it's been fifteen years.

It's hard to know what I'm feeling as I'm listening to your voice.

Harder, still, knowing what to say.

'Cause it's hard to admit that ever since you made your choice

I've been seeing you in daydreams every single day.

.

How many? Four children? Mother and a wife.
Me? No, I've stayed single through a rollercoaster life.
So far, there's only been one woman that I'd ask
In fifteen years.

Sure, I've known a few dark hours since the day you had to go
It took time for me to understand
That a love like ours is something so few ever get to know,
And in learning how to let it be maybe I'm a better man.

Don't hang up yet. It's too soon. You have to go.
But, before you do there's one more thing I think you need to know.
The best part of me is in love with you.
It's nothing that we'd ever have to fear.
'Cause, long ago it seemed I'd never have you near.
So, smile for me, and please don't disappear
For another fifteen years