You never know where a thought will take you.
I was thinking about "Dancing With the Stars"
and that brought the foxtrot to mind. That started me thinking about my favorite foxtrot music and that would be songs by Frank Sinatra. Old Blue Eyes. My thoughts then drifted to the time I saw him on stage during a matinee at the Roxy Theater in Norfolk, Virginia when I was 13. Frank was just coming into stardom but not very well known yet or he wouldn't have been playing matinees to a bunch of screaming teeny boppers in an old run-down theater.
I had never heard of him but my girlfriend said we absolutely had to go. Why do teenagers always dress like little clones of one another? A cacophony resounded by hundreds of saddle shoes stamping the floor in anticipation of Frankie. Finally the lights lowered and a skinny boy with a protruding adams apple, accentuated by an enormous bow tie, stepped onto the stage.
I was hooked immediately. I was in love. After the performance and the screaming died down, we hurried to the stage door to get his autograph. Sadly, Frankie's signature on a program, disappeared along with the years that followed. Our country was at war and a lot of things blurred but that Roxy matinee remains in my memory.