Memories never fade.

The Dean Martin Show. Memories never fade. I stopped by to visit my longtime pal and neighbor, Jim Mahoney, Thursday, who turns 98 this Year—a milestone worthy of applause. Jim wasn’t just Frank and Dean’s publicist; he was the guy, the "fixer" —representing everyone from Sinatra and Martin to Carson, Hope, and dozens of legends who defined an era. As we sat together, with his son and two daughters, the conversation drifted back to those golden days. Jim shared a favorite story I’d never heard before. One afternoon, Frank had an extra ticket to the Yankees–Dodgers World Series and asked Jim to join him and Dino. Jim had never been to a World Series game in his life. He said he was absolutely thrilled—three great seats, great baseball, and even better company. This photo captures the moment perfectly: Jimmy on Frank’s right, seated beside the “King of Cool,” Dean Martin, all smiles, soaking in a day that only Hollywood—and baseball—could deliver. Some memories don’t age. They just get better. "Let's have a Vino for Dino, Frank and Jim!"