george s mile wide grin and dramatically imperfect teeth, i saw on the pedestal so many things that i didn t know were there. i saw the names of my brothers and sister inside a heart, my dad s favorite movie, quotes by him how much he considered being mayor, honor bestowed on him, and the things made possible for people who didn t have power, who didn t have voice, there was so much more on that pedestal than death. and, so, i think it s time to reclaim george moscone from the narcissistic legacy or the senselessness of dan white or the well intentioned world of hollywood or the better intentioned world of theater. it s time to reclaim him from the places where the real george gets lost in the story of others, even in my own. and we gift him back to the city and to the people, to his friends and to his colleagues and to the citizens who are the fabric and texture and color of san francisco. so, all of us can stop looking at the death of george moscone and start to put him fir
they re going to sing love can build a bridge for us. [cheering and applauding] [inaudible]. i gladly walk across the desert with no shoes upon my feet to share with you the last bite of bread i had to eat and all and i would swim out to save you in your sea of broken dreams when with all your hopes are sinking let me show you what love means let us build a bridge [speaker not understood] let us build a bridge don t you think it s time don t you think it s time let us stand together [speaker not understood] we can do anything anything anything keep believing in our hearts [speaker not understood] love can build a bridge [speaker not understood] [speaker not understood] don t you think it s time, don t you think it s time love can build a bridge [speaker not understood] yes, it s time [cheering and applauding] you have two men who were never afraid to be who they were, even if it meant being different, even if it meant going against the grain. and i thi
moscone s son. or on the first preview of the play that my dear friend tony wrote about george and me, a play called ghost life, and the first public performance up in ashlan, oregon. halfway through the second act, at long last, george shows up and the fractured city hall backdrop begins to fill with floating lights outlining the golden gate bridge and we hear tony bennett sing his legendary recording of i left my heart in san francisco. and then the character of george, sometimes mouthing the words, sometimes singing them quietly, moves towards john without looking, for he cannot look at his son. and he touches john s heart and then he moves away towards the city hall of john s memory and john set the stairs in the way that george did, cocky and sexy, cruel as all get out. and then the song ends. and i notice the woman sitting next to me crying. and after the play is over, after the standing ovation of tony s brave and beautiful play, as people start to leave the theater,