His Way

“I don’t usually hang with men who wear earrings.”

This was said by Frank Sinatra to Bono, according to an op-ed guest column written by the U2 frontman recently in The New York Times.

The column made me smile. Frank Sinatra holds a special place in my heart. He sang the background music of my childhood -- summers spent with my grandparents in Brooklyn -- and was beloved by my Pop, who seemed to have adopted the motto, "My Way." A quiet filled the room every time the song came on the radio. Sometimes a smile. Sometimes a tear. And as I read Bono's discussion of how Sinatra's rendition of "My Way" turned from a boast in 1969 to a defeat years later, it made me think of my grandfather who I believe echoed those sentiments. He passed away early last year.

I miss him, but remember him when I drive (he taught me how), when I write (he wrote a novel after World War II that was unpublished and forgotten by everyone, but me) and when I hear Frank, who now provides the soundtrack to my work-at-home life.

Thanks to @HomeOfficeVoice who turned me on to the piece. Made my day.