May 27, 1998
The first and only time I saw Frank Sinatra in person, I didn’t see his startling blue eyes. I saw only a smile which spread over his entire face making his eyes twinkle even in the darkness of the theater where he was performing. His voice (which would later be called “golden”) sent the teenage girls around me into a frantic, with many of them screaming with delight. Contrary to stories in later years after his stardom was assured, no one fainted nor did anyone rush up to the stage. I was only a wisp of a girl hanging on to the arms of a family friend who had to drag me along if she wanted to see Mr. Sinatra. I hadn’t the slightest concept as to why so many people were being so rude and drowning out the voice they claimed to adore.