during the session. He was in a
band. He wrote the lyrics to Rod Stewart’s song
“Some Guys Have All the Luck” As they walked up
the stairs to his living quarters, the kitchen on

the left. Turn right for the parlor. She sat in the striped
chair next to the fireplace. He sat at the keys; couldn’t see
her face. He had such thick hair in the back that went
this way and that. She asked him to sing Sinatra. His strong

hands placed themselves on the ivory. And as he
tapped each key she was in ecstasy. Yet he could not see
her face. And Frank Sinatra will never be the same. Because
every time she hears his songs, she’ll remember the day
he played them and sang for her.