Some renditions of Frank Sinatra songs are truly unique, and should never hear the light of day. Which probably explains precisely why the book seller and myself were the only other customers there. The others had been driven out by Frankie. Fortunately, unlike Jenny who owns the place, our visit to Kahn Souphanousinphone's world wasn't very long at all. It just seemed that way.
Sadly, indoor singing IS allowed, but indoor pipe smoking isn't.
If it were, perhaps all the Sinatras of the world would be less dangerous. Sure, they'd probably have the bad taste to smoke rancid vanilla cavendishes or cherry blends, but that would be a small price to pay for greater ear comfort.
The world would be a much better place if all of you Frankies didn't sing.
You don't have to start smoking, that's just one option.
You could also move to Arlen, Texas.
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