Poor Connie Francis. She was a Goddess in my house when I was a kid. Her picture was right in between Pope Paul's and Sinatra's. And I'm not even kidding .
My parents just went to see her a few years ago in Pittsburgh...I could still see my Nonna in her mapine singing Mama in Italian...the good ole days
As Uncle Charlie used to say, "Never get into pissing matches with skunks."
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