Dear Harry (Connick, Jr.)

As you know, it is a requirement that I have a crooner in my life at all times.  Once upon a time, you were that crooner, with your Southern charm and Sinatra-esque ways.  But, you fell out of my favor many years ago, only to be replaced by a younger Canadian.  Your agent had enough savvy to book you on The Graham Norton Show, for, without that appearance, I never would have known you had returned to your Sinatra-esque ways.  You have reclaimed your rightful position as my number one crooner.