the ancient mariner
In '45 I was stationed in San Francisco and went to a resort for a weekend.
A trio was there Saturday night----just getting started on their own----a guy named Dave Barbour was the boss and his singer was his wife Peggy Lee. Not bad for a cheap weekend in the mountains south of Frisco. I was in heaven.
True story. In the 1950s I was running a charter boat out of Pier Five in Bayfront Park in Miami, and one day I had a party that included this really great looking blonde named Rose. Anyway, I started dating Rose, who was staying in Coral Gables.
One day an old school friend of mine from New Haven named Marie Fortune, who was a cousin of the Consiglio's from Sally's Apizza, stopped by the boat and said I should go to a party that night at the Fountainbleu Hotel on Miami Beach. I was going out with Rose that night, sowe went to the party. It was in the Presidential Suite, and the host was some guy named Frank Sinatra.
Now, many people are likely aware of the fact that Sinatra used to go to Sally's in New Haven whenever he was in the area, and in fact he used to have people bring pies to him when he was in New York, and would have it flown to him when he was in other places. Anyway, that was the Yvonne Fortune connection.
So, we're at this party and at one point some guy came over and whispered something to Rose, my date. She excused herself and went off with the guy. I was busy enjoying myself and didn't pay any attention to what was going on. A few minutes later the same guy came to me and told me to follow him. I did.
The next thing I knew I was being introduced to Sinatra by my friend Yvonne, and Rose, my date, was there, too. He was pretty nice, and we talked about New Haven and apizza. I told him that while I liked Sally's, and went to school with a couple of Consiglios, The Spot and then Pepe's were my favorites.
He then asked me how come I was with Peggy Lee.
Boink! No wonder Rose looked familiar