It's the mid 60s and I’m at the Sands and take a dinner break about 9pm. I take the Sands car to the Sahara to see someone. In those days it took about 5 minutes to do that. I see the guy in the pit and we handle some business. As I walk out of the pit, I go past the Congo Room where Liberace is playing. I go in to see what this guy is all about. I stand in the back and see that they all seem to like him. He plays the piano and talks. He interrupts the show to say that he has gotten a note that a couple in the audience has been married for 45 years and he want to play something especially for them.

He starts into “Let You Call Me Sweetheart.” Playing very classical like and very serious. After a while he is less classical and more softer. He goes through it with such feeling and continues to look at the audience to see if they like it. They all do. Many are starting to hold hands and enjoying it with him.

He is now going through it so, so slowly and then he looks up at them and says “I know you want to sing along, let’s do it.”

He hits the first note and the entire audience starts singing the song. An amazing thing to see. They are all (and I mean all) singing their hearts out. Guys holding their wives hands in a way they may not have done in years.

I’ve seen entertainers begging audiences to sing with them and can’t get it on.

He took this situation of a couple married for 45 years and turned it into a event for the whole room to enjoy. A night they will all remember.

A few days later, on another dinner break, I run up to the Sahara again to see my friend in the pit. As I leave, I thought I would take a peak at Liberace’s show again. I stand in the back and watch a bit of his show. He is playing some classical piece and stops and says “I just received a note, we have a couple here that’s been married for 45 years..........”

That son of a bitch had me! I watched him do it again. Same song, “Let You Call Me Sweetheart” and again, in a few minutes had everyone singing their hearts out.

I left to return to the Sands thinking all the way, “That son of a bitch is good.”

And he was.

I told Frank about it and he tells me “It's called show business, kid, it's all show business.”

And it is.