And now this from the MAN who rocks Sally's world

From the P to the A to the C to the O:

Sally Free Association/ Favorite memory…

Where to begin really, but I guess it’s in Capri, specifically the dance floor of Il Due, following Ande Grennan’s wedding then Rome then Bob Burn’s Steakhouse on Wilshire and 2nd, which is now a Houston’s (awesome artichoke dip, very underrated in general)
The list of favorite memories is endless, and I could go on and on and on, but for me, my deepest, most ingrained memory, the one that trumps all the others, or at least from which all the others flow, was a train ride from aforementioned Capri, via Naples to Rome where I knew. I couldn’t say it out loud. It’d been 24 hours, so that might have been our last train ride together. The pasta on that train was surprisingly fantastic, by the way, which I’ve always taken to be the omen, the bless-ed Bolognese, if you will. I fell in love with Sally. A belly full of love and veal ragu, I was a man on top of the world.
The Napoli-Roma express rattled through the Italian countryside- green and terra cotta hues draped over valleys that inevitably lead- up to the foundation of some old guy’s castle. I missed all of that, as I really couldn’t take my eyes of Sally and haven’t since, unless she’s bowling, which is to say, not that often.