On a perfect Friday night at Wrigley Field, I stood arm in arm with some of my favorite women and sang the Piano Manwith the Piano Man and more than 40,000 new friends.
Those moments stood as some of the coolest of the summer, and kicked off a weekend in which we toasted the sweet reliability of family, tender joy of friendship, and prolific nature of Marquette University.
During an uptown girls night out, my daughter Katherine, sister Kathy, and sisters in-law Carol, Elaine and Donna enjoyed the Billy Joel concert, a two-hour trip through my formative years. The concert set the tone for a weekend in which I was able to hang out with my oldest daughter, celebrate my niece’s eighth birthday and enjoy the aged-to-perfection laughter of college friends.
Thanks to the timeless relevance of his lyrics and contagious energy of his live performance, Billy Joel generated a little summer weekend magic that lasted long after the final strains of music faded into the hot summer night.