It's the ten year anniversary of Francis Albert Sinatra's death.
In case you don't know - he is my all time favorite. I adore every cell in his 130 pound body.
I took an EARLY lunch today to run to the post office and get a sheet of the new stamps (pictured above). I was totally "that person" in the post office that pisses people off so bad.
I was talking to the lady behind the counter, well asking her if I could have the Frank displays after the stamp was retired. She thought I probably could, but I needed to write me telephone # and address down. Well, I kept chatting...not realizing a string of people were lining up behind me. When I walked out of the post office, I got some very glaring looks. Whatever, those hillbillies don't understand passion.
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