On the way to the post office this morning, I walked past O'D's, the only bar in town, which is on the first floor of big brown three story Victorian era house that would look right at home on a set for a Western. Sun shining in the windows lit the place up brightly inside. Rooms cheerful and inviting in the way snug and comfortable restaurants and bars can be before opening. The stools were upside down on the bar, chairs hooked on the tables. No sign of any people, but sombody was at work in there, sweeping up, polishing glasses, preparing the fixings for cocktails and lunches, something, and whoever it was had the radio or the jukebox or a stereo playing loud enough to be heard clearly out on the sidewalk.
Frank. Singing his signature.
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
I'm sure that I was doing a duet with whoever it was inside. Wonder which one of us came closest to singing on key.
My Way's not my favorite Sinatra tune. Fly Me to the Moon is. I've Got You Under My Skin and Come Fly With Me are second and third, all with Basie, of course. Sometimes On the Road to Mandalay comes in third, off the best album, Come Fly With Me. What're yours?
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!