Frank goes in for his colonoscopy this morning after a whole lot of whining and moaning about his fun drink last night. He did fine, no polyps or problems.
He entertained the nurses when he was coming out of the anesthetia by performing New York, New York. I don't know what made him think of that song, must have been when I asked the doctor for a new prescription for his stomach.
He must have heard: Frank, would you sing New York, New York for us?
He was belting it out, too!
He says he has no recollection of the performance.