Frank Sinatra brought his 21 year-old bride Mia Farrow to Nantucket on a rented yacht. My family was holidaying on that mythic isle at the same time. Mia had just finished filming ROSEMARY’S BABY.
Mia Farrow was five years older than me.
Not like Frank Sinatra, but my love was reserved for Janet Stetson, who was the head cheerleader for my hometown’s football team. I was true, but when my mother insisted on a holiday detour to view Sinatra’s yacht we were rewarded with a sighting of the two super stars.
Mia was so young.
So beautiful.
21.
So unique.
I tried to make eye contact with the wiafish blonde, hoping she would invite on board, so we could sail the Seven Seas.
I failed in my quest.
Later that week Janet asked if I thought she was beautiful.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
“She smiled, knowing a lie when she heard one and laughed thinking that I was hers.
It was good to be young in the 1960s.
As long as you weren’t in Viet-Nam.