When I was about 5 years old there was a song called "first grade first grade " which went to the song "new york, new york " by the legendary Frank Sinatra. My grandmother was a fan of him, and she introduced me to his music. She sent me a vhs tape that was a documentary about him. My parents and I visited my grandmother in my hometown, New Jersey, for christmas. We all went to New York, since she didn't live to far from it. We went to a restaurant called Patsy's, which was a restaurant that Frank Sinatra, himself, would go to. They even had a small bronze statue of him on the bar table, while my family and I were dining, my mom noticed a fimilar lady walked in. So, my grandmother asked the owner of the restaurant if that was Barbara Sinatra, and he said yes. So, here I was, little 5-year-old me, meeting the widow of Frank Sinatra.
R.I.P Barbara, I never forget about you.