Frank Sinatra and Me
Kitty Kelley
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I can't say I wasn't warned. Alarms started clanging the day I signed to write His Way: The Unauthorized Biography of Frank Sinatra (Bantam Books, 1986).
Some friends urged me to buy life insurance and make them the beneficiaries; others recommended bodyguards and a bulletproof vest. The rumors of Frank Sinatra's violence and his ties to organized crime were such that journalists joked in print about me ending up in concrete boots and sleeping with the fishes if I proceeded to write his biography. Milton Berle joshed at the Friars Club, "Kitty Kelley wanted to be here tonight but an hour ago she tried to start her car."
The laughs stopped when I received a message on my answering machine: "Soy-ving by Oy-ving here. Call ASAP 'cuz we gotta soyve ya."
I figured it was a New Jersey caterer who had the wrong number. Turns out it was a process server named Irving in the subpoena business of serving.
(More here.)
HuffPost
I can't say I wasn't warned. Alarms started clanging the day I signed to write His Way: The Unauthorized Biography of Frank Sinatra (Bantam Books, 1986).
Some friends urged me to buy life insurance and make them the beneficiaries; others recommended bodyguards and a bulletproof vest. The rumors of Frank Sinatra's violence and his ties to organized crime were such that journalists joked in print about me ending up in concrete boots and sleeping with the fishes if I proceeded to write his biography. Milton Berle joshed at the Friars Club, "Kitty Kelley wanted to be here tonight but an hour ago she tried to start her car."
The laughs stopped when I received a message on my answering machine: "Soy-ving by Oy-ving here. Call ASAP 'cuz we gotta soyve ya."
I figured it was a New Jersey caterer who had the wrong number. Turns out it was a process server named Irving in the subpoena business of serving.
(More here.)
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