To me she is not Pier Angeli, but Anna Maria Damone, my wife. When I talk about her, I like to say “my wife.” It comes naturally to me. I love the words and the sound of them in my ears and what they mean....
“Say, Vic, you sure you want to go home at this hour?” asked the cab driver who had just picked Vic Damone up at the airport. He’d recognized his famous fare and already he had Vic’s best interests at heart. “Four A.M. is an ungodly...