I’ve commented in this blog before that I’m a lucky guy: I‘ve met so many amazing people in my life. One of them is “my favourite rabbi”, Arthur Bielfeld. I came across Rabbi Bielfeld when I wrote “For Want Of 40 Pounds” about the life of Bert Mann (who’s actually the guy who coined that “my favourite rabbi” phrase).
Arthur is retired now, having served as the spiritual leader of Temple Emanu-El in Toronto for 33 years. Originally from Massachusetts, he graduated Yale University before re-locating to Canada where he led countless community and social justice initiatives. For that work, Arthur was awarded the Order of Canada in 2012.
Arthur’s become a friend and with the current Covid lockdowns, I miss our get-togethers. But I did want to pass along this message he emailed to me recently. It’s worth reading…
A Photo on my Refrigerator Door
A photo on my refrigerator door almost says it all.
The adorable face of my friends’ six month old baby peers at me with irresistible, innocent eyes each time I visit the fridge, which is all too frequently during these days of the pandemic. Looking at that beautiful ‘punim’ acts as a corrective to the frustration and fear, to the self absorption and the inevitable moments of loneliness or isolation that have accompanied me during this past year. He helps me to refocus my thoughts and to remember what this challenging time is all about, not just my own survival, but a better world for the generations to come.
Not surprisingly, he is a white, curly-blond Jewish baby, well fed and well cared for. But, he’s not the only kind of kid who Project Love My Neighbour has in its sights. LMN is about the millions of children and adults living in the 92 poorer nations of our world who have very little access to the Covid vaccine that can save their lives - and ours. For, if this rampaging virus has taught us anything, it’s that in our world nobody is safe until everybody is safe.
LoveMyNeighbourProject.org is a way of paying forward the cost of these vaccines with compassion for others and concern for ourselves by sharing that cost with 38 million other Canadians of all faiths and, perhaps, of no traditional faith. Like the Vietnamese Boat People initiative of the mid 1970s, it has attracted an extraordinary outpouring of support from organizations across our nation in a very brief time. Why not get in on this remarkable project at the ground level? Just click on the website listed above to learn how you can participate. And remember: the LMN project draws its name from the Levitical commandment (chapter 19 verse 18): “You shall love your neighbour as yourself. I am Adonai.”
We go public on May the fourth. “May the fourth be with us!”
Rabbi Arthur Bielfeld
Our LMN website is a work in progress. But if you take a little time to click on some of the informational categories, you’ll find that we have already raised more that $130k since its launch. I’m adding a link to a very short video interview with Dan Abramson, the Director of the Tikkun Project at Leo Baeck Day School, which illuminates one way LMN is inspiring our littlest children to engage in this activity: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4_3pRC6KV0
OK, here’s today’s rant.
Are you aware of the new devices being promoted that reduce the “dirty electricity” in your home while providing you with greater efficiency in electrical current and saving you money? Sounded like a win-win to me, so I ordered one. The fact that this product is inexpensive made it even better.
When the product arrived from the sponsoring company, who bill themselves as “wxfeng20168”, there was virtually nothing in the way of an operations manual. So I went to the internet, discovered where I’m supposed to plug this in and that the light on the product should come on, indicating it's working. From, there, I was just to leave it to do its work and start saving me bucks.
I plugged it in but no light came on. Maybe it takes a few minutes to “warm up”, thought me? I came back half an hour later: still no light. So the question was: is this thing even working? Yes, I suppose I can wait a month for my next power bill but I’d kinda like to know now.
So I went on the eBay website where I had bought this product and sent a message to the provider, “wxfeng20168”. “There is no light that comes on when plugged in. Is it working?” I wrote. Guess I should have realized they were running a SCAM when they asked for “more information”. I mean, what more was there to say? So I re-emailed them, re-stating my problem.
Next, they requested a video of the product plugged in. Really? Well, OK, I guess… so I took a video and went back to the website only to discover there is nowhere on the site to upload a video file. Hmmm… so I sent a message to wxfeng20168, explaining this and requested an email address that I could send the video to. They never replied.
OK, now I was becoming annoyed with these SCAM-Artists. I sent them a message saying I was about to go public with my complaint. And what do they do? They send me a new message saying “Send us your video”. Yeah, right! I once again repeated that I could not do so via the web portal, and again asked that they “send me an email address and I will send it to you”. Once again they never replied, other than to eventually suggest I post the video on You Tube. Yeah, right: that's not what You Tube is for!!
So, less than a rant, and more of a warning: don't deal with these SCAM Artists from “wxfeng20168”. They claim they want to have satisfied customers, but when they sell products that don’t work, and then refuse to help the customer, that says SCAM to me.
You know, in a world where we’re being ruled by Covid regulations, there have to be some easygoing ways to recall the joy in life. So here's a little story that's true and nothing less than happy.
It starts with a friend of mine recently sending me some information about the song (There’s a) Bluebird on Your Windowsill. George told me this particular tune had created millions of dollars for sick children’s hospitals in Canada.
How had that come about? Well, my research revealed the tune was actually written by a nurse, Carmen Elizabeth Clarke, back in 1947. She worked at the Hospital for Sick and Crippled Children – now the Children’s Hospital – in Vancouver. Just like Ruth Lowe (who I’ve written about in my newest book “Until I Smile At You”: untilismilatyou.com), she was not a trained songwriter. But Elizabeth had become interested in a little patient who one day was visited by a sparrow that just perched on the windowsill next to his bed. The nurse was inspired by that occurrence to sit down and write a poem about it. A melody was then added to the words.
Now, Nurse Clarke used to sing (There’s a) Bluebird on Your Windowsill to her patients regularly. Heck, she even sang the song on a local radio station. “I didn’t intend to write it,” she exclaimed, “it just came.” And wasn’t that just like Ruth Lowe describing the arrival of her huge landmark tune “I’ll Never Smile Again”: “It just poured from my soul.”
The “Bluebird song” took on a special meaning to Elizabeth. “It made me want to cry every time I heard it,” she said. “After requests began pouring in, I got the idea the people really wanted it.” Her colleagues and patients at the hospital began to call it “our song” as its popularity grew.
And get this: sensing the acclaim her little ditty seemed to be creating, she had the presence of mind to make a deal for a percentage of the song’s royalties to be donated to fund children’s hospitals in Canada. Since that lovely decision, the song has raised literally millions of dollars to care for kids.
Knowing of my love for music, my pal George had originally told me how a very popular version of this song was sung by the late Canadian country singer Wilf Carter (known as Montana Slim south of the border). In thanking him for passing along the info, I shared with George the fact that I’d actually had the pleasure of meeting Wilfred Arthur Charles Carter a million years ago. It was at the beginning of my career when I was a young radio broadcaster on CKLY in Lindsay, a little 5,000 watt AM station (I used to joke that our audience consisted of “two farmers, a moose and a dead bear”. Prolific author Ted Barris and I worked there together and our friendship exists to this day.)
Every Friday in the summer, famed showman Tommy Hunter would come to town to record his show that evening for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, “Live, from the Academy Theatre…” He and his guests would rehearse in the afternoon and then come up to the radio station at 6pm for me to do interviews with them before their 8pm show at the Theatre. Often, before arriving for the interview, they’d make a stop at the lovely Sailfish Room in the local hotel for a few “pops” which always made for interesting interviews! Anyway, Tommy was always gracious and he’d have The Rhythm Pals with him (“Hi. I’m Mike. I’m Marc. I’m Jack!”), fiddler Al Cherney, and others. I got to meet and interview some real country music legends… people like Tex Ritter (the late John’s dad)
And that’s how I met Montana Slim himself, Wilf Carter. A true gentleman.
Why Wilf even offered to teach me how to yodel!
Those were the days, my friend...
Someone apparently intrigued by my having received the first of two Covid inoculations couldn’t wait to ask: “Which one did you get?” I paused, then answered casually, “The one that stops Covid.” That shut them up.
Sorry, but I’m no fan of the nonsense that’s developed around “which vaccine should I choose?” Choose the one that’s offered, dammit! The way to stop the advance of Covid-19 is by being vaccinated. And the sooner the better.
A friend has actually delayed getting a vaccine by two weeks while he waits for supposedly the “better version” – this, while the “3rd Wave” variants are getting out of control. And there is no “better version” according to those in the know.
Can we just calm down. The risk of blood clots is miniscule with these vaccines. In fact, compared to the risk of many other medicines, scientists say it’s hardly even worth considering. In the U.K., where all the hysteria started, less than 10% of those who got a blood clot (and who they’ve now documented may well have been inclined to blood clots anyway) died from it.
Here’s something I’ll bet you didn’t know: simply being a woman carries a higher risk of blood clots than getting the Covid vaccine! Seriously. And the stat doubles if you’re a woman using a birth control pill!
Not to create pandemonium but a friend who is closely connected to a team of doctors and nurses has informed me the Pfizer vaccine can actually lead to cancer! Cue the scary crowd noise in this latest horror! But again, if it turns out to be true, we’re talking such a miniscule risk as to be virtually undetectable.
The point is, science has documented that one vaccine is no better than another, but they are all effective at stopping Covid-19. So stop talking about it and get the one that’s offered.
That’s good enough for me.
Now, before I get all sorts of disparaging comments from the royalists in the crowd, let me assure you I was brought up to respect the deceased. And therefore, I’ve resisted making any comment on the death of Prince Philip. That is, until now when a friend sent me a list of more than 50 “bon mots” made by him that are, shall we say, embarrassing at best.
So, amidst all the chatter about Phil being a swell fellow, “generous and without pomposity”, “always courteous, thoughtful, no fuss”, etc., may I briefly present another side.
You see, I met the Prince. It was many moons ago, back when my company was the biggest producer of corporate videos in Canada. The Royal Bank was a client and I had gotten to know their Chairman well after directing him in several productions. (I’ll leave his name out of this “to protect the innocent”.)
One day, I got a call from his secretary. “Prince Philip is coming to town to present the Duke of Edinburgh Awards,” I was told. (These trophies were designed to motivate young Canadians to set goals and challenge themselves to take control of their lives and futures.) Mr. --- (the Chairman) would like you to videotape him in conversation with the Duke about the Awards and about a new level that is being announced.” It was explained to me that we could shoot in the board room at the Bank’s office tower, following which the Chairman and the Prince would make their way over to the Royal York Hotel where a special lunch was being offered in Philip’s honour, hosted by the Mayor of Toronto and attended by the cream of Canada’s business community.
So on the day, I dressed appropriately, in a suit and tie, and my crew and I arrived early to set up our equipment and test it to ensure everything was running smoothly. We were ready to go with time to spare, and waited. And waited. And waited. Soon, I learned that the Duke was “running behind” and had not yet arrived.
Eventually, the Chairman walked in along with the Duke and his hangers-on. “Hi Peter,” he said, “may I present his Royal Highness, Prince Philip, the Duke of Edenborough.” I smiled warmly, shook hands with the Duke and offered, “Greetings Sir” to which he muttered “Hello” in a somewhat condescending manner. The two sat down, I arranged the lavelier microphones on their ties, and asked the Chairman if he would ask the Duke a question so we could get an audio level from both mics. (I had been warned, “You are not allowed to address the Prince himself. Only if he asks you something are you allowed to speak to him. And if you do, you must call him Your Royal Highness.” Yeah… right… well… Highness?... How high?... OK… sure…)
We set our levels and began taping. Everything went well and we concluded the piece. But Philip wanted to keep chatting: seems he was on a roll. Our crew began to quietly disassemble the gear while the two gentlemen sat talking. Suddenly, the Chairman’s secretary was at the door, beckoning to me frantically. I went over and she whispered, “The mayor’s on the phone. He needs to talk to you.”
Now, I knew the Mayor (no names again), having done videos with him too. “Yes sir, what can I do for you?” I asked. “Where the hell is the Duke? I’ve got corporate Canada here waiting and they’re not gonna stand around all day!” I tried to explain that Prince Philip had arrived late and was now waxing on about some matter of importance to him. “I don’t care, get him over here. Now!!” Click.
Why the hell it had fallen on me to move things along I’ll never know (other than the Mayor knew I was a take-charge kinda guy when it was necessary).
Anyway, I sidled over to where the two gentlemen were seated and tried to be unobtrusive. Eventually, a pause arrived in their conversation, the Chairman saw me waiting, and said, “Yes Peter, what can I do for you?”
“Actually, it’s his Royal Highness, sir,” I replied with all my best manners. I turned to the Duke. “Sir, your Royal Highness, I apologize sir, but the Mayor of Toronto has called and they require your attendance at the lunch in your honor at the Royal York Hotel. It seems time is of the essence.”
Well, didn’t he just give me the look! The stare! He gazed me up and down with an icy eye that left me feeling I better check under the hood of my car before starting it. He never said a word, but dressed me down with that stare. Then, with his nose in the air, he turned back to the Chairman and said, “Now, where were we?”, clearly indicating I was a piece of trash who had no business being anywhere near him. And he wasn’t going anywhere until we has good and ready!
Was it a power play? Damn right it was. And I’ll never forget that impertinent stare.
So, notwithstanding the comments about what a jocular fellow he was, I sure saw a different side of him that day, one that suggested he enjoyed his lofty position and was quite prepared to “lord it over” others whenever it suited him.
Meanwhile, those of you who know me are aware I’m no fan of the antiquated royal family who have stayed too long at the fair, but I do extol my condolences to Queen Elizabeth on the loss of her consort.
Haley Daniels didn’t just happen into sports. This winning women’s white water slalom canoeist has grown into a fierce competitor and is now the reigning Canadian Champion. But she’s quick to tell me her drive “is more than just me.” Seems her great grandfather was an international skeet shooter. Her grandfather played pro football on the Toronto Argos team that won a Grey Cup. Her uncle has competed on the national water polo team. Her dad has held junior swim records, and has also been a gate judge for canoe slalom as well as an international technical official.
“That, and my family hit the Rockies every weekend when we were growing up,” the Alberta resident says. “We were hiking, skiing, paddling, canoe tripping… this kind of activity was steeped in me early on.”
Now at age 30, Haley is more than a well-rounded athlete. She’s a real ambassador for her sport. Because Olympic canoeing was a men-only sport, she set out to help organize a group of female canoeists from around the world. They then led the charge to put pressure on the International Canoe Federation to make her sport gender equal. As a result, the Tokyo Olympics this summer will represent the first time women’s canoe events will be included in the Games.
“Haley gives more than she takes every single day,” says Heather McRae, Vice President, Special Projects QED Marketing, “and our world is a richer place as a result”.
As is the case with most non-professional athletes, Haley needs financial support. Please consider donating to her work through her website (haleydaniels.ca) where you can also purchase T-shirts, hand carved canoes, vegan cookbooks or even participate I the painted paddle auction.
Meanwhile… GO HALEY GO!!
With March representing Women’s History Month, you’d think this would present a perfect opportunity for Canada’s media outlets to leap on the story of Ruth Lowe, a genuine home-grown heroine. I mean, we’re talking one of the first liberated females to pave the way for working in a man's world while never letting her gender, nor her attractive good looks, get in the way of her outstanding talent. She was also one of the 20th century's most enduring musical talents, having written the famous song “I’ll Never Smile Again”, the tune that dynamited Frank Sinatra's career into the stratosphere in 1940. She followed this up by writing Sinatra’s theme song, “Put Your Dreams Away” and about 50 others for Broadway and Hollywood.
Don’t you think a woman with that kind of renown might rate some interest in Women’s History Month?
Well, not in Canada, apparently. No ma’am, not in Ruth’s own home and native land. The CBC has virtually ignored this story, despite the CBC’s significant connection to Ruth’s signature song being released in the first place (Shelagh Rogers, who’s CBC show talks about Canadian books, cannot find time for this great story but she does have time to interview an Egyptian guy talking about his vegan cookbook. Yeah, right!). The Toronto Star has totally disregarded Ruth. So has the National Post. Chatelaine – billing itself as “providing leading-edge insights into women’s foremost concerns: health, food, decor, women’s issues, work, style and beauty” – has chosen to pay no attention.
Do we really have so many heroes in Canada that we should disregard an amazing woman like Ruth Lowe?
The public is fascinated (although what do they know, right?). A reader says about “Until I Smile At You”, the new (and only) book written about Ruth Lowe (untilismileatyou.com): “Story about a little known Canadian who deserves more recognition. I very much enjoyed the story and the history involved about a Woman from Toronto who even though she mingled with the rich and famous never forgot where she came from. She chose to leave it behind to come home and become a wife and mother. She sounds like the kind of person who would enhance the lives she touched. I wish I had known her.”
Another reader adds, “What a fabulous story about a truly amazing woman.” And a third says, “A sweetly sentimental look at the life of Ruth Lowe, illustrating the contrasting sides of this Canadian composer's life. At once an artist rubbing elbows with showbiz glitterati, she was also a woman who simply wanted love and family.”
OK, do I have an ax to grind here? Sure, I’m the guy who wrote the book about Ms. Lowe along with her son Tom Sandler. Yet I wrote it not for my own grandeur, but to give this remarkable lady the renown she is due. I mean, look at what the U.S. does for Ruth Lowe:
I’m a proud Canadian. But not this month. Not when a genuine heroine is ignored in her own country during Women’s History Month.
For shame, Canada’s media.
But here’s the good news: you’ve got a week to make amends. Women’s History Month lasts until March 31. That’s seven days from now… seven days when you can tell the world about our national heroine. That is, if it’s important at all.
I don’t claim to be a friend of Craig and Marc Kielberger. Yet I did meet Craig several years ago when I was asked to “suss him out” on behalf of one of my clients who was considering sponsoring the “We Charity” that the lads were building. Craig and I met and talked for some time about what he and his brother were up to. I thought then – and continue to believe now – that these are extraordinary young men who want to change the world for the better. I recommended the client proceed. In fact, Craig was so keen on their mission that I agreed to take myself and my two sons over to Africa to help build a school. (Sadly, a local conflict broke out in Kenya just after I signed up and they had to curtail operations for a while; we ended up not going.)
If Marc and Craig erred in their development of an idea into a far-reaching enterprise, it was likely turning over too much control to technocrats to run the business end of their operations, plus trusting the government to have their backs. Instead, they’ve been thrown under the bus: they’ve been caught in a political cross-fire and I think that’s not only unfair but wrong.
Were their actions a little over to the top occasionally? For me, yes, but I can’t blame enthusiasm for being destructive. Marc: “Doing good is not simple. We’ve made mistakes over the 25 years, and we apologize.”
My hope for these guys is that they keep their non-Canadian activities going strong. And shame on you politicians who have chosen to victimize these well-meaning gentlemen in order to save face for yourselves.
Being a former marketing guy, guess I better weigh in on the controversy about a recent Burger King print ad. Heard about it? It’s the one aimed at getting more women into the culinary field. It features the tongue-in-cheek headline, “Women belong in the kitchen”.
Bill Maher brought this to my attention on his recent” Real Time” show. He was pretty annoyed that people were dumping on the ad because it’s “in such poor taste”. It’s not. And if you think it is, I pity you. You really do need to lighten up and get a life.
The ad is clever. It’s creative. And when you read the damn copy, it’s a great message of inclusion and support. But as Mr. Maher opined, “If you don’t get the joke here, then you’re stupid.” He added, “You don’t get subtlety, you don’t get humour, you don’t get perspective.”
Couldn’t agree more. So sad.
Now, I gotta tell you, when I ran my marketing agency, if one of my staff had brought me this concept, I assure you I’d be doing cartwheels with excitement. See, I used to tell my staff and my clients, the first job of advertising is to get noticed. Second, the aim of a good ad is to invite you to read further. And then third, of course, the goal is to get you to do something (you know, like buy my product or vote for me or support my cause or be aware of me or…).
This ad succeeds at all three.
The Burger King ad copy quickly noted the dearth of female chefs. They framed its scholarships as a way to increase the number of women in the profession by offering opportunities funded by the fast-food chain’s foundation. (I have no interest debating at this point the amount of funds they are devoting to the foundation. Separate issue entirely.)
But, of course, we have to abide all the terribly serious experts who want to tell you that this is what not to do when promoting a social cause. “Burger King doesn’t have the kind of ‘cultural capital’ needed to make its message about gender disparity ring authentic”. And I say Bullshit to that! You don’t need cultural capital to stand up and make a statement about the world. You need guts. Oh, and by the way, you also need to stand out in a crowded marketplace dominated by one player: McDonald’s.
“Burger King doesn’t have authority on gender equality,” another of these experts states. Well, who the hell does in the fast food business? This same master of the universe holds up Nike as a “good” example, saying “Nike deserves plaudits for its advertising campaigns supporting the Black Lives Matter movement”. Right. Like Nike owns this social movement. What crap!
Notice that these “authorities” are all college and university professors stating their oh-so-valuable opinions from the cheap seats where they sit because they couldn’t get real jobs in real world marketing. You know, where the real folks live. They tell you, with straight faces, “While the new ad might have been in line with Burger King’s brand personality, which skews cheeky and irreverent, it’s important for companies to calibrate their advertising to the times. The current climate happens to be a global pandemic that has disproportionately cost women jobs.” Well, if you’d read the ^%4#@&* copy, you’d understand that that’s exactly what the Foundation seeks to overcome. But no, you’re too fixated on reacting to a headline because it’s so awful, and you have no sense of imagination.
“Burger King doesn’t have authority on gender equality” they tell you next. I see. And who does?
This only sets up the proletariat weighing in with their own copy platforms. Like they’re experts at this, right? (How ‘bout you stick to what you’re good at and so will we.) One says, “’Women belong in OUR kitchen – anytime’” would have worked.” Yeah… and no one would have read the copy below because that’s dull, boring, tedious, uninteresting.
Oh, here’s another winner: "People who work in our kitchens need a living wage." And "We Need More Women in Our Kitchens" Now, how many people would go on to read the body copy? Not me! Works for a newspaper column, but an ad headline? Don’t think so.
These headlines BREAK that first rule of advertising.
Mid you, there’s this opinion: "Women belong in the kitchen. But so do men belong in the kitchen. Everyone belongs in the kitchen. Because the kitchen has food." Duh!
Don’t know if it was part of the intention or not (likely), but the resulting controversy over the ad has provoked lots of talk about Burger King. As theatre impresario George M. Cohan famously stated: “I don't care what you say about me, as long as you say something about me, and as long as you spell my name right.”
The Burger King ad catches your attention. And if you read the ad, you know it’s not sexist. Get over it people. As someone said, “C’mon folks: It's a funny line from a fast food chain. Chill, will ya!” Exactly.
You know, Covid is pretty damn serious. But the pandemic doesn’t mean we all have to surrender our sense of humor does it? Can't we just relax a bit and enjoy the odd laugh? Or enjoy the odd good ad? Or maybe even the odd good burger!
It's funny: I’m not one to push my own brand. But friends are encouraging me to speak out about my latest book. So… OK, here goes...
You ought to read “Until I Smile At You”. What’s in it for you?
⁃ It’s a fascinating story about Ruth Lowe, a true hero and one of the 20th century's most enduring musical talents
⁃ Amazingly, no one has been privy to this story before now (I was personally selected by her family to write it)
⁃ The book covers how she wrote the song that launched Frank Sinatra’s career, “I’ll Never Smile Again”, and then went on to write his theme song “Put Your Dreams Away” plus about 50 other songs for Hollywood and Broadway
⁃ You’ll see how Ruth became one of the first liberated females to pave the way for working in a man's world (Tin Pan Alley) while never letting her gender, nor her attractive good looks, get in the way of her outstanding talent
⁃ You’ll also discover Ruth’s courage: you’ll learn how “I’ll Never Smile Again”, flowed from the grief and anguish she experienced after the sudden death of her young husband, leaving her a devastated widow at age 23; this followed the demise of her beloved father amidst rumours of suicide when she was a teenager, forcing her to quit school and find a job playing piano to bring in money for her ailing mother and younger sister
⁃ You’ll view over 50 never-been-seen-before photographs and other keepsakes from the vaults of Ruth’s son, Tom Sandler
- You’ll read how Nancy Sinatra says in the Foreword, “There’s a reason why 'I’ll Never Smile Again' has endured: it was a perfect song, interpreted by the perfect singer, at the perfect time.”
- You’ll join Bernie Taupin, Elton John's lyricist; Sir Tim Rice who writes lyrics for Andrew Lloyd Webber; Alan Bergman, award-winning song composer for Barbra Streisand, Sinatra, etc.; the late Frank Sinatra Jr.; music historian Chuck Granata; and many others… as they describe with reverence Ruth’s enormous talent and creativity
- And you’ll learn how Ruth Lowe has been labelled “One of the Architects of the American Ballad”; her signature tune was selected as one of the best pop songs of all time; she is the recipient of a Grammy Award; she’s been inducted into the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame; and she’s about to be added to the Great American Songbook Foundation Hall of Fame
All this and a whole lot more await you in “Until I Smile At You”, the book about which James Kaplan (author of “Frank: The Voice” and “Sinatra: The Chairman”) says,
“A marvelously detailed and affectionate life of a great woman and an important artist.”
Pick up “Until I Smile At You” at your favorite book store, or at Amazon, Chapters/Indigo, Barnes & Noble, etc.
Get your own autographed copy at untilismileatyou.com
“No wonder Sinatra linked his career to hers! Loved the commentary from the celebrities talking about her songs. A truly great book!”
I can say no more. Actually, I can… but I won’t!
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