...a baby was born in Hoboken, New Jersey.
He was a large baby (14 pounds) and the delivery was very hard on his petite mother. The doctor had to use forceps to finally get the baby out, scarring his face along the way.
The baby was mistaken for dead, and put aside as the doctor concentrated on saving the child's mother.
However, the baby's grandmother grabbed the little boy and ran his head under a cold water faucet and the baby finally let out his first cries.
He would grow-up to have many names...Ol'Blue Eyes...The Voice...The Chairman of the Board...and simply just Frank.
Although the likes of Harry Connick, Jr. and Peter Cincotti (two of my favorites...I honestly think the young Mr. Cincotti is the most talented singer, songwriter and performer of our generation) might suggest otherwise, there will absolutely never, ever be another Frank Sinatra.
Happy Birthday to the best there ever was.