Saturday morning conversation about Frank Sinatra.
"I want to listen to that song, "oh my gosh my golly," who sang that song?
"Frank Sinatra."
"Yeah, yeah! Frank Sinatra -- that one!"
pause
"But he died. I missed him. Where did he go, did he go to the sky?"
"No, no. He's just gone. It's okay, though. We can still listen to his music."
"Oh! Oh! I have an idea!"
"What!"
"I can see Frank Sinatra in California! I can go there someday!"
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If you look hard enough, I'm sure that you could find Frank Sinatra in California. It's not easy raising an ambivalent secular deep-agnostic buddhist with leanings toward rational atheism but a passionate appreciation for religious poetics. I think it really might start with plenty of Frank.
Um, the Utah Ballet is putting on a "9 Sinatra Song" show right now, why go all the way to California?
oh lu....embrace the god-like-ness that is frank sinatra....this warms my heart like you wouldnt believe...my grandpa would be glad to hear of it.
Allyson
Frank really is here in California. I heard him in the grocery store just last week, over in the dried pasta section.
She really is obsessed with California! I hope she isn't let down when she finally visits!
(We prefer Boulder, Colorado to Northern Cali for what it's worth!)
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