My father, had he lived, would have been 86 tomorrow. (He made it to the far side of 79, which is nothing to sneer at.) By all accounts, he’d had only two Great Loves: my mother, who died in 1977, and a woman whom he’d been working with for several years, whom he married a couple of years later. Fidelity notwithstanding, though, he’d admit, if you pushed him, to a Celebrity Crush: singer Joni James, three years his junior, who was a major force on the pre-rock pop charts in the early 1950s.
There’s not a lot of Joni on YouTube, but this kinescope gets the gist of her appeal:
Also a fan: Snoopy, who once, after a kerfuffle with a neighborhood cat, told the interloper: “Just don’t ask to borrow my Joni James records again!”
Incidentally, I’m not giving away any family secrets here: all us kids, including Joni and James, knew about it.