Frank Sinatra, holding a glass of bourbon in one hand and a cigarette in the other, stood in a dark corner of the bar between two attractive but fading blondes who sat waiting for him to say something.But he said nothing; he had been silent during much of the evening, except now in this private club in Beverly Hills he seemed even more distant, staring out through the smoke and semidarkness into a large room beyond the bar where dozens of young couples sat huddled around small tables or twisted in the center of the floor to the clamorous clang of folk-rock music blaring from the stereo. Find event listings and line ups, venue details, ticket information, nearby hotels and restaurants - all the essential information in one place! Got an event that's not listed or need to update your events details?Add your Dating event free of charge, using our Promotion Centre.Panhandling on city streets isn't illegal in New York, as long as the person isn't acting aggressively.But the city's parks department has a rule that says it is unlawful to solicit money without a permit from the parks commissioner.'They are very aggressive and hostile if you don't give them money.''They’re not authentic. They’re playing on people’s heart strings,' said Michelle Dunson of the Buddhist Council of New York told CBS New York.
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The two blondes knew, as did Sinatra's four male friends who stood nearby, that it was a bad idea to force conversation upon him when he was in this mood of sullen silence, a mood that had hardly been uncommon during this first week of November, a month before his fiftieth birthday.
Sinatra had been working in a film that he now disliked, could not wait to finish; he was tired of all the publicity attached to his dating the twenty-year-old Mia Farrow, who was not in sight tonight; he was angry that a CBS television documentary of his life, to be shown in two weeks, was reportedly prying into his privacy, even speculating on his possible friendship with Mafia leaders; he was worried about his starring role in an hour-long NBC show entitled which would require that he sing eighteen songs with a voice that at this particular moment, just a few nights before the taping was to begin, was weak and sore and uncertain. He was the victim of an ailment so common that most people would consider it trivial.