This is the perfect night on Long Island. For those of you who were here and left, I share. Craig and Gerry remember. Those nights when just maybe it would rain but then again maybe not.
A warm night but a night that the wind would rustle those trees and send just the right breeze in the windows. A night to drive with the windows down and see who else could appreciate such a night. A night when parents sit outside and listen for the little people through open windows.
A night when you knew that the high taxes and huge home prices and long lines everywhere just might be worth it. A night when if you could drive down to the ocean and sit on the boardwalk at Long Beach, all would be right with the world.
I hope I am savy enough to share Frank with you, because this is a night on Long Island where Frank belongs.