Suddenly a memory (jewel? shrapnel?) of me taking someone to see my favorite flick, Amarcord. (Appropriate, since the title is Italian dialect for "I remember".) He brought a backpack to the theatre. Huh? Once we get inside and the lights go down, out comes a box of red wine. Yeah, a box. Don't ask.
And two glasses. "Hey, you can't watch an Italian film without a glass of wine!" The dude had a way of making the most ordinary moments small parties. Over and over and over. I once told him he was like Bill Clinton, who was famed for making each person he talked to feel as if they were the most important and interesting person in the world, even though they weren't.
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