> The Anonymous Faxer loves Opera (go figure).
Opera? He isn't that character in the movie, "Exotica," is he?
> As for Ol' blue eyes, I met Mr. Sinatra in
> 1984 while working at a restaurant in Rancho Mirage,
> near Palm Springs.
> 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.
That's quite an amazing story! The closest I ever got to "greatness" was seeing one of my drumming idols, Buddy Rich, perform at a nightclub in my hometown. He was once the drummer for the band on Johnny Carson. I was about 13 years old, and met the guy's bus driver in the lobby, who let me step inside Buddy Rich's tour bus. To me at the time, it was like being allowed to look into Michael Jordan's refrigerator (granted, that may not be a pretty sight).