As I sat in a Peet's waiting for a friend to meet me for dinner last night, an old gentleman sat down next to me. We started chatting and then he offered to sing me a song. So, here I was, on a Friday afternoon in Berkeley, being serenaded by a 70 year old man. It was the first time I was serenaded, and it was sweet.
Now, if only I could get someone my own age to serenade me.