Frank Sinatra, My Way, With Lyrics She blushed. Looked down. Smiled shyly. In an instant, decades vanished. It was 1944. As she told and retold the story, a mature woman was suddenly a giddy, giggly girl. She lived inside the memory, happily and often. And my memory of her memory warms me to this day: My mom, the bobbysoxer. And Frank Sinatra. Only seven years after the man dubbed The Voice turned my mom-to-be swoony...
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Friday, December 4, 2015
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