The songs of Cole Porter, George Gershwin or Jerome Kern are all very well. But what man does not believe in his heart that the songs he makes up and sings to himself are best of all? Most men do just that: make them up and sing them to themselves. Not Bob Friedman of Fort Lauderdale, Fla. Bob is passionate enough about his ditties to dream of taking over a commercial recording studio, bringing in top name musicians, and cutting an LP to give to 1,000 or so of his best friends and relatives. As the retired millionaire president of Ohio's...
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