…but my oldest grandson, who is about to graduate from high school in a couple of weeks, and he is singing one of Frank Sinatra’s hits with the High School Jazz Band. I will take this opportunity to brag a little bit, well brag a lot, as he has the best voice in the world.  He really does, and I am convinced that you will be begging  me to get you on the tour bus some day, or at the very least a ticket to his show, and I will.  When he and his cousin were 12 yrs. old and his brother was 10, I volunteered to be their personal driver every Thursday and Friday.  I was at their disposal on Thursdays to take them anywhere they wanted to go, starting at any time, they could choose where they wanted to eat lunch, and they could tell me what they wanted for dinner, and I would cook it.  They would have a sleepover and then swim all day Friday.  I’m sure they did not consider it their best summer, but it was certainly one of mine.   Oh, they were each given a small amount of money to spend, which would include money for lunch and whatever else they wanted to do that day.  We would go to Hobby Town USA, that was a must stop.   We would eat at KFC, Subway or Frank’s Pizza, those were the favorites.  It was then on to play Lazer Tag and then home, where I could cook their favorite meal.  Many lessons were learned that summer.  If they packed their own lunch they had more money for Hobby Town, or they could buy an extra lazer tag game by giving the driver a few extra hugs and telling her she was the best.  I also learned that summer too, and that was that they had beautiful voices and they all loved to sing, and would.  Their Grandfather raised them with music, so it was natural for them to sing and I do believe they inherited his musical genes.  They would sing in the car to me and I loved every minute.  My Frank Sinatra protege was always encouraged to pursue singing, however getting up on stage and singing in front of your peers is a not something a young high school boy wants to do.  He did come into his own this year.  It is wonderful to see and I’m really happy for him. Oh, and these are not Elvis Presley’s blue suede shoes either.  These belong to my crooner, he sings but is also in to vintage anything from anywhere.  These are a pair of his Great Grandfathers, and the entire family is so happy to see them going to good use.  It was fortunate that there was a prom he could wear them to and that is exactly what he did. Friday night.  I’ve heard he has a trench coat that his Mother won’t allow him out of the house with, however I think he is going to need it if he continues on the path he is heading down. I think I should google Frank Sinatra’s Grandmother, as it seems like we may have something in common.