It's About Time the Queen Started Pulling Her Weight
It was August 2004 at the USANA amphlitheatre in West Valley. Through the hot summer air came the honey sweet voice, "...sex bomb, sex bomb, you're my sex bomb, and baby you can turn me on." It was the one and only, the now SIR Tom Jones, and I was on the front row along with hundreds of women of all ages (45 and up that is) who were throwing their underware on the stage. For most singer geniuses that would be recognition enough, but not for sir Tom, he deserved more, and now he's finally gotten the respect that he deserves. It's not unusual sir Tom, it's not unusual at all.