I had the wonderful opportunity to dine with Friar Tony Sachs. The evening at the Friar's club brought back 1970's memories of an old girlfriend ,who was able to sneak in the Friars club as a photographer while Sinatra was in attendance.
As I roamed the elegant halls of the Friars club, I sense the end of a great era of show business as everyone there was nearing the completion of their stay on this earth.
It was only 8pm ,and they were filing out to go to bed, We played pool and slip on our drinks in a lonely room. Something was missing!
The excitement in the air of a Sinatra roaming around somewhere is long gone and sadly missed by this fan.
The was the final nail in the coffin of a great Town. I had attended the "old fest " trilogy ,seeing Tony Martin sing at Feinsteins, Les Paul at the Iridium club and Chatting at Nino's Tuscany with Irving Fields at the piano.
It wasn't for lack of participation on my part, but I beleive that New York citizens are losing a vital past that makes New York great.
Does anyone out there share a disappearing shadow of Sinatra's past?