Growing up in an Italian-American household, we celebrated two sacred "Trinities." One was "The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit," the other was "Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Tony Bennett." It seems their music was always playing somewhere in my community. I would wake up in the morning, my dad would be singing "My Way." I would stop at the local grocery store on the way home from school and "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett would be on the loud speaker.

Every neighborhood had a Sally's Grocery Store or Bobby's Groceries and a Rexall drugstore. I still to this day don't really know what "sundries" are, but you always got them at the local drugstore! Then we would go to Livia's Pizza on Pulaski Road in Chicago near Our Lady of the Angels (my grammar school) and Dean Martin would welcome us with "That's Amore." Then we would come home to watch the "Dean Martin Show" on TV.