My father was a really good singer. I remember once, as a little boy, waking up late at night. My parents had given a party that night. My mother was asleep and my father was happily cleaning up, singing to himself. He and his mother both loved Nat King Cole. He was singing "Rambling Rose," I can still hear it. "Rambling Rose, rambling rose, why you ramble, no one knows." I got up and ate the rest of the Fritos and French Onion dip and watched him polish the cocktail glasses until they shined. Here are some of his favorite songs.