I was coming back home... got off from BART at 10 PM.
On my way up Powell street I hear a group of people singing a cappella.
I turn around just in time to see this group of 8 men get off the cable car singing some old song.
I reminded me of the Music Man.
Although I just had a very tough day, that joy put me in a good mood too.
So I smiled and said to myself: why would I live anywhere else in the world?