I met Tony Bennet at the funeral of my uncle Ernie, pictured above with his wife, Barbara. Instead of speaking about his long-time friend and occasional guitar accompanist, Tony delivered an acapella tribute that reverberated through the small church. I do not remember the story of how they met, but both had parents who were born in the Calabria region of Italy and immigrated to the United States. I think I remember reading in my father’s autobiography that Tony would often join the family for dinner at my grandparent’s house in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, that book is packed in a box somewhere and will not go back on a shelf until we move into the new house. Also in storage is a painting that Tony made as a gift to my uncle who left it for my father. I found it when cleaning out my childhood home before we sold it. At the time, I did not realize that Tony was the painter because it was signed Benedetto. Only later did I learn that was the way he signed all of his art work. I am looking forward to rediscovering it when we get settled.

Tony Bennet started life with next to nothing and worked his way to stardom. As is often the story, his success led him to excesses that nearly cost him his life and career. When he hit rock bottom, he reached out to his sons who helped him to reinvent himself and went on to recapture and even extend his former glory.