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Goodbye, Frank...

Another Rat-Packer has flown up to the Strip in the Sky.

Dean and Sammy are gone, now Frank, The Chairman Of The Board
(I thought Peter Lawford was alive, but was wrong; he's
burning in hell for his complicity in offing Marilyn)

With Frank Sinatra dies a certain "je ne sais quoi..."

The cocktail dress, (not that HE wore the things,) the very dry martini...
Copious drinking with no obvious negative next day consequences.
Really romantic songs.

Tonight, lift your glass to Frank, listen to Fly Me To The Moon and
reflect upon his words of wisdom:

        "You've got to be livin',
                     baby," he would say,
                           "because dyin' is 
                                  a pain in the ass." 
 

 





Oh Crap! I moved this page and it reset. so it looks like only people have seen this. Just add 289 to that, please...in your head.

What the Heck do I do now, ya koo-koo chick?

I GUESS I COULD SIGN THAT UGLY BLUE GUESTBOOK
OR CHECK OUT BELVEDERE'S LINK-O-MATIC
THERE'S ALWAYS THE GOOD OLD RELIABLE HOME PAGE
Sinatra's CNN Obituary
Old Blue Eyes' Midi Files