In The House I Live In, Frank Sinatra, apparently playing himself, takes a break from a recording session and steps outside to smoke a cigarette. In the alley behind the recording studio he sees a gang of young boys chasing another and intervenes, first with dialogue, then with a short speech followed by a song.
Upon viewing one will see that this short film is as important and timely today as it was in 1945.
Therefore, I now turn control of my blog over to the Chairman of the Board for a very important message…
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