Bob Marcucci was in trouble. His little Philadelphia recording company (Chancellor Records) had been cashing in on the slim voice of a skinny, second-rate Sinatra named Frankie Avalon. But now Avalon was 17 and beginning to outgrow his appeal for the jukebox set. Busy as he was with his search for a replacement. Bob Marcucci took time to rush to the home of a South Philadelphia neighbor when he saw an ambulance drive up. Policeman Domenic Forte had suffered a heart attack, and Bob stuck around to help. Suddenly he had a vision. He turned to the sick cop's...
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