Some of you know that my Dad was quite ill this year and consequently, I spent lots of hours in Baltimore in his living room watching him watch “The Sopranos”. Although I have always loved anything related to the mafia, watching my Dad watch “The Sopranos” still beats the show itself. He knows all of the lines, has the accent down and occasionally even forgets himself and begins to order me around in true mafioso fashion. “Tess, why doncha bring your Papa a beer instead of sitting ‘ere staring at ‘em”.

So, today, while I paid the cellphone bill on Beverly Blvd, who do I see but TONY SOPRANO himself!! I called my Dad immediately and although he begged for me to put Tony on the phone, I refused. “The man deserves some privacy, for **** sake”…I retorted in true mafioso tone. No prouder of me could my Dad be than today.