Welcome to Trashy Divorces and Done and Done Too. It's everybody's favorite good podcast about bad

relationships where it really does all connect in a crossover time loop this week. I'm Alicia.

Stacey here and thank you for joining us today for Alicia, would you tell me and the people what

you've got going on today?

Go Bigger, go home.

This week I'm taking a little crossing the time streams ride.

Trashy divorces and Done and Done always share some connection in the spider webs of my brain,

but they rarely cross each other as much as they have the last few weeks. We told Judy Garland's story here last week over on Dun & Dunn. We've talked about Ava Gardner and Diane Keaton and Warren

Beatty in our summer of Dominic Dunn profiles. I've heard from a lot of you this week. Folks on

both sides of my podcast worlds are really getting into Griffin Dunn's new memoir,

the Friday afternoon club. I know I'm enchanted by it so much that I'm hosting a podcast,

crossover book club to talk about it for five and up patrons Sunday, June 30th.

This brings me to my trashy divorces profile today, Frank Sinatra, old blue

eyes, was such a big figure over in Dominic Dunsworld. This week, in this go big or go home

episode, I have smooched my very technical term. It is smooched. That's a technical podcasting term,

everyone. Make a note. I've smooched. That's a technical podcasting term, everyone.

Make a note.

I've smooched the three divorces of Frank Sinatra we recorded over one season,

including his life and all of his loves and all the other assorted stuff into one episode that in the editing process, I increasingly became more convinced both sides of our

podcast universes would delight in this story, smushed up.

Smushed. Write it down, listeners. So today is the Frank Sinatra remix, so to speak.

Three classics from 2020, Stacey, how far we come.

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