I met Mr. Williams at my restaurant in the mid 70’s.. He had appeared at a concert here in Houston.. Upon arriving with a large group, I had to inform them that we had a waiting line that might take a bit of time..
He asked me if I was Italian.. I was really confused with the question, and knowing that the question was a bit rhetorical because, most folks say I am the embodiment of a typical Italian male.. cough.. Tall, dark, and handsome? You might think that, but only if you were Ray Charles..
No, it’s because my name reeks of garlic and oregano, and my name appeared everywhere there was room on any flat surface, and my waiters kiss my ring when I seat the customers at their station.. :)
He then asked me if he would have to wait if he were Frank Sinatra.. I response was “Frank who”, and we all laughed..
Anyway, several waiting customers volunteered to wave their position in line if he would take a picture with them, or sign an autograph, or sing a song for the gathering..
I was more than a little embarrassed and I started to intercept that line of question, but he smiled and put his hands up and questioned which would they want him to start with.. WHAT?
We had a wonderful ensemble of strolling violins, and after he had a few words with the leader, he began to sing, while walking table to table taking pictures and signing anything the grateful patrons put before him.. It was a magic evening with a gracious man and without question, a living legend..
Beautiful story, carlo3b
RIP Mr Williams!
I juust read you post to my sister. She is a huge Andy Williams fan and it almost brought her to tears. He is a true loss. Thanks for posting and I hope you and yours are all great!