BY JANET STEINBERG
CAUTION: DO NOT READ THIS (unless you believe in love!)
My car’s disc player was serenading me with Placido Domingo singing a medley of Billy Holiday's “Blue Moon” and Johnny Mercer’s “Moon River”. With Valentine’s Day on the horizon, I couldn’t help but feel that Domingo was singing the story of my second life…a life that began 30 years ago when a then-young widow met the recently widowed man of her dreams.
“Blue moon”, Domingo crooned, “you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own. Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for, you heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for. And then there suddenly appeared before me the only one my arms will ever hold. I heard somebody whisper ‘please adore me’ and when I looked, the moon had turned to gold...”
“…AND WHEN I LOOKED THE MOON HAD TURNED TO GOLD”