Everyone needs a place to go. People need a place of solitude where they can relax, where they can do as they wish with the few ounces of free time life affords. The park, the beach, the mall, the craft room, the garden. Men usually find bars because in the bar they can typically find one person who’s a bigger loser than they are.
If you’re reconciled to the fact that you’ll need to work your entire life, then you’ve undoubtedly acquired a few valuable survival skills. One that I’ve long relied on is a very narrow definition of lunch. On the first day at my first real job, I went outside and ate lunch in my truck. Being the first day and all, I didn’t want to wander into the common lunch area and be spotted as the new guy. I didn’t want to watch strangers eat and they for damn sure couldn’t handle watching me. I’ve done the same thing since, every single day of my working life.
What follows is an attempt to rank the best songs by Francis Albert Sinatra. It is a daunting task and the result is completely biased and, likely, deeply flawed but as you know, if you want to start a conversation in this life, and hopefully, an argument, you can’t just sit there. And besides, if we want to keep the precious music we love, music they don’t make anymore, we need to listen to it and talk about it every day.