on a clear day, you can see forever

Last night, The Red Fox Room included its share of regulars, crooning the standards. And it made my heart glad to see the really old guys get up there and sing.

But my favorite moment was when the nervous 20-something indie rock girl got up, summoned a piercing voice that I couldn't believe was inside her, and belted out "On a clear day, you can see forever."

I must not have been the only one to appreciate it, because as we left the nearly empty bar, my favorite old guy (in his Mister Rogers sweater and glasses) finished the night with the same song.