Like painted kites, those days and nights/They went flying by/The world was new, beneath the blue, umbrella sky
from Summer Wind lyrics by Frank Sinatra
Ol’ Blue Eyes shakes a masterful cobbler at Mercer’s homage to fickle lady summer, pours something right and stiff, winks just when the “blue umbrella sky” gets too blue, snaps at the brass section and butters a toast to the forever adage that it’s better to have loved and lost than to yadayadayada.
