RIP, Connie Francis, the voice of my teenage years. No; I wasn’t a teen in the 50s and 60s, when Connie was all the rage. By the time I was in my teens, in the 80s, it was Michael Jackson … Continue reading →| Dustedoff
With the death of Connie Francis, her signature song “Where the Boys Are” keeps playing through my head. For some reason, that song takes up a lot of real estate in my already cluttered…| Envisioning The American Dream