I grew up on a steady diet of Frank Sinatra, courtesy of my parents, two of his biggest fans.
His voice, and so many of his songs, instantly teleport me back in time 25 years. Some songs — specifically anything on his Sinatra Sings For Only the Lonely album — trigger my memory so powerfully that I can literally smell my mother’s cooking and feel the coziness of our North Miami home when I hear them.
Meet Me In Montauk 