Jack Theresa, who is eight years younger than Sinatra, remembers him as a kid. "My father Marty, that's right, like Sinatra's father, always had little harmony groups. They called themselves the Hoboken Quartet or the Hoboken Trio, depending on how many guys were with him that night. At the time, we lived on 7th and Clinton, upstairs from Parky Radigan's bar, and Frank and his friends would sit around outside the place and sing. When the weather was cold, they'd come up into our house and sing. My father always told Frank to forget singing harmony. He had such a good voice he should go out on his own. Well he did. And, well, let's put it this way: He made it and the rest of them didn't. Some of them felt that he should've brought them along with him. But the truth is he doesn't owe them anything. He had the talent. He does a lot of good, you know. He's donated money to hospitals and local churches and to people who had fires in their homes. Well, some people feel that, if he does for one, he should do for all. But that's ridiculous. Maybe he did for people he knew as a kid or who were friends of Dolly and Marty. Who knows? But I do know he doesn't owe anybody anything."