My Aunt Kay really hated Frank Sinatra. I knew this, but I never knew why. I had always assumed it was because he was supposed to be involved with the mafia, or because he was a member of the Rat Pack or some such, but I didn’t KNOW. So one day I asked my cousin about it and he told me it was because she was a big Bing Crosby fan, and she thought Sinatra was nothing more than cheap pretender. Anyway, all that is a lead up to this: one day we’re sitting at mom’s house and she declares, and mind you she is probably 85 at the time- Anybody who likes Frank Sinatra has got shit for brains. 

I respond- I like Frank Sinatra. 

She laughs and says: Then I guess you must have shit for brains! 

Ok, sure…. I walked into that one.