The Sinatra Line

It is seven in the morning. I am standing in the line at Radio City Music Hall, waiting for the box office to open at ten. The day before, Jonathan Schwartz announced on his Sunday morning radio program on WNEW that Frank Sinatra would appear beginning October 14 for a week’s run. I sprang out of bed at five, shot through Central Park with a fiery look in my eyes, joggers staring at me. Sinatra in the autumn, in New York.

Never mind. If you don’t understand, I can’t explain.

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It is seven in the morning. I am standing in the line at Radio City Music Hall, waiting for the box office to open at ten. The day before, Jonathan Schwartz announced on his Sunday morning radio program on WNEW that Frank Sinatra would appear beginning October 14 for a week’s run. I sprang out of bed at five, shot through Central Park with a fiery look in my eyes, joggers staring at me. Sinatra in the autumn, in New York.

Never mind. If you don’t understand, I can’t explain.