John Stamos worked like a man possessed. Mike Love quietly won me over. The San Diego Symphony elevated every note. And for one perfect summer night at The Rady Shell at Jacobs Park along San Diego Bay, it was impossible not to feel grateful to be alive.
Every city has a few nights each year that remind you why people spend absurd amounts of money to live there. Saturday was one of them.
By the time the San Diego Symphony walked onto the stage at The Rady Shell, the late afternoon heat had softened into one of those impossibly comfortable evenings that only seem to exist along San Diego Bay. Sailboats drifted lazily across the water, the downtown skyline shimmered behind the orchestra, and thousands of people – young couples, retirees, families with children, friends carrying overpriced beers and impossible optimism – settled into their seats for what looked, on paper, like an exercise in nostalgia…