Paul McCartney is in Chicago for a two night concert. I am not there with him. I know last night he searched the front rows for me, and sadly I was not there. Tonight I’m sure he looked again, this time in disbelief that I was not to be seen.
I am sorry Paul. So sorry. Really. It was just too hot. But, I hope you sang my favorite song, and in your heart dedicated it to me.
If I could have fixed my broken wings and learned to fly, I would have been there. For you.