SF

Le sigh. I have often found that when you return to that place where you feel right, you are home. You know what I mean? It's that place where breathing the air is a little bit easier. The energy makes sense. You feel like all is right with the world for no particular reason at all.

For me, that place is San Francisco. I've never lived in a city where the energy, landscape, beauty, quirkiness and weather make sense. (Boston would be the only close second.)

Now, I know this is cheesy, and, trust me, I don't do cheesy often, but I truly believe I consistently leave my heart in San Francisco. Just like Frankie and Tony B before me, you can't help but sing about that town.

For all you Chi-towners, don't worry. We haven't forgotten that the same guys sang about you. Oh, and New Yorkers, I don't need to tell you. But I encourage everyone to find that place in the world where everything makes sense for no reason at all and, by golly, sing a show tune about it.

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