Frank Sinatra (story)

Probably the most famous rogue was a gentleman named Frank Sinatra, who I always called Mr. Sinatra. Partly out of respect, and partly just because I didn't wanna end up in the trunk of a car upon the Peillon Parkway [audience laughs]. But he and I used to get together. This is one of those little gems of my life that I can share with you is that I was privileged to spend, over a period of years, many hours with him. And I must say he was an intimidating character. The first time I ever went up to his house upon Mulholland Drive and I approachеd the front door with much fear and trepidation, and thеre was a sign under the doorbell that said "YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD REASON FOR RINGING THIS BELL!" [audience laughs]. But on the other hand, it was Frank Sinatra who took my father to the Jockey Club in Las Vegas one night and took him to dinner, he took us both, and ignored me for three hours while he talked to my father about my father's role in the war in the South Pacific. The look on my father's face is this, y'know, is this sort of fantasy played itself out and then, and something that I thought was probably not such a wise move - my dad ended up going to the baccara table with Mr. Sinatra which I don't think it turned out quite so well. But anyway, from Mr. Sinatra...