The Anonymous Faxer loves Opera (go figure).

As for Ol' blue eyes, I met Mr. Sinatra in 1984 while working at a restaurant in Rancho Mirage, near Palm Springs. Mr Sinatra came in with a party of 13, the restaurant owners were beside themselves busily bowing and scraping. As hostess, I never got a chance to seat them, the owners did that, so I simply watched is the legend walked by my station.

It a Weds. night and very quiet in the place, when Sinatra walked into my room; I assumed to use the restroom, instead he made a beeline for me and asked if he could use the phone to call his security people. While on the phone he said that it was too dark for him to read the number on the phone, so I trotted over and told him the number. After he hung up, he took my hand in his and thanked me, saying that I had such lovely blue eyes. I managed a "Why thank you, Mr. Sinatra" He asked if he could give me a little kiss on the cheek and I let him.

I know that Frank was just killing some time with the cute hostess (I was adorable back then), but he was one of the most charming men I have ever met. Not because of the compliment or because he was a legend, but because for two minutes I was the only woman in his universe, that's the way he made me feel.

Yes, I guess you could say I was saddened at his passing.