By Margaret Matray
© August 12, 2013
Retired colonel finds his voice with Sinatra
Across the street from The Capes Resort Hotel, on the sidewalk in front of Giovanni's Italian restaurant, a man sporting a checkered fedora slipped through the crowd.
Cars and buses rushed down Atlantic Avenue behind him. A steady stream of tourists and beachgoers strolled by, taking in the breezy summer night in Virginia Beach.
A wooden stage just big enough for one person sat next to the curb, but the man in the fedora wouldn't be needing it.
A light rat-tat-tat of drums sounded over the speakers, followed by a voice straight out of time.