This Sunday, during our last matinee performance, Frank Sinatrat came backstage to visit me and in the process made a new friend. Hershey, the shot glass cow, made his trek to San Diego from the City that Never Sleeps with my stage daughter, Gwendolen; and his escapades here are reported north to his original owner. After Frankie serenaded his new buddy with a rousing, if broken, rendition of "New York, New York" the two were inseparable, cavorting through the theatre like they'd known each other for years.
Frankie, never far from a camera, took some shots as Hershey tried on McLean's Scot's red beard and made a tour of my makeup kit, among other things. Though Frankie's a good pal, he's not above keeping the occasional bit of photographic evidence on hand should he need to call in a favor. You know how it is with those Rat Pack types.
Still, should a few of the more innocent shots find their way to the tabloid press, Hershey's original owner should be pleased to know that the cow is safe, happy, having fun, and has a friend. What more could one desire?
This Sunday, during our last matinee performance, Frank Sinatrat came backstage to visit me and in the process made a new friend. Hershey, the shot glass cow, made his trek to San Diego from the City that Never Sleeps with my stage daughter, Gwendolen; and his escapades here are reported north to his original owner. After Frankie serenaded his new buddy with a rousing, if broken, rendition of "New York, New York" the two were inseparable, cavorting through the theatre like they'd known each other for years.
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Wow, that puts a whole new spin on "Got milk?"
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