Tribute to the ultimate wiseguy
It came out of the clear blue sky, the hollow feeling, a glance at the TV, no explanation, without warning, grim headlines scrolling across the 24-hour news, thoughts drawn to mourning. It was the death of James Gandolfini.
What we knew and saw was a character, a depiction by a professional actor, not exactly a total stranger, not even close, but to be honest a strange kind of role model for me and most other guys not quite 30 but avid 'Sopranos' viewers throughout puberty and to current man-boyhood. Although it's unlikely many of us followed "T's" footsteps into the . . . uhh . . . yeah. . . waste management business, no matter how much we wish we could hang out at a strip club all day.