So Danco Amor / Joao Gilbert

It is May of 1995 and Tom is just my age now, but he seems paternal, bordering on crotchety at times. But still always ready to laugh. We come in from dinner and wine, tired from the hill street that leads to our house and I choose the record from a box beside the stereo. Stan Getz/Joao Gilberto. Instantly it is 1965 and the girls are stewardesses we’ve picked up after our flight. We’re globetrotting bachelors with a layover in Rome and nothing could be funnier.