I'll never forget the time I took a dozen yellow roses to give to Frank Sinatra at a concert in Sunrise, Florida. My parents and I were seated in one of the first few rows. At the end of the concert my mom and I went up to the stage to hand Frank the bouquet of flowers. He bent down to take them from me and I froze. I just looked up in his big blue eyes and stared up at him. My mom kept saying "Marci, give Frank the flowers". He stood there in his elegant way and just smiled at me until I released the bouquet into his hands. She had to repeat it a few times before I actually handed the flowers over to him.
I have another story about Frank Sinatra and how he adored his fans, but I'll keep that for a later time.