Word: sinatras
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...soon as the Federal Bureau of Insinuation let loose its lurid 1,300-page scandal sheet on Frank Sinatra last week, an anxious populace began asking itself the agonizing question: "Does this mean I have to reassess my position on the legendary swinging blue-eyed crooner from Hoboken, N.J., who embodied popular music and indeed pop culture in the latter half of the 20th century while swaggering about obnoxiously with his dissolute lackeys, or can I just bag it and catch a few hours of sleep and then go to work in the morning just as if nothing earthshaking...
Refined files I don't have the space to get into right now, but they mostly concern aesthetic offenses, and you're probably not cultivated or genteel enough to appreciate them anyway. Besides, the Sinatra files are all raw. Very...
...unsavory tabloid put it. Again, the baselessness of this charge can be quickly deduced from its failure to jibe with what we know of Francis Albert's character. Leaving aside for the moment the question of how the Rat Pack may have gotten its name, consider: If Frank Sinatra had been angry at communists, would he have sneakily tattled on them? Of course not. He and his pal Jilly Rizzo would have headed for the nearest saloon where the dirty reds hang out, picked out the smallest and beat the living daylights...
When a certain someone would not attend the HRO first concert with me, I internalized Sinatra's "A Man Alone, behind the walls I've learned to call my home." Walls. It is easy to see how people retreat behind them. So much the easier to attend all my classes, to volunteer time with my Best Buddy whom I adore, and to dream of coordinating a research project for summer '99 than to realize that I need people with...
...going through it. These people I've mentioned are going through it as well. Once in a while, we get together. And it is special. So too, from the far recesses of my mind, do I draw together with the music of my youth, the music of Francis Albert Sinatra. Godspeed Frank...