How did it happen?! My peaceful, idyllic life is infused with an exclamation point from my past by the arrival of Buddy Greco, his lovely wife, Lezlie, and their feline guardian, Guido -- 36 pounds of tuxedo-clad cat, who in a former life was a godfather of the first order. This lovely entourage kept us company for five days, and when they departed for London, where they will tour with "Fever," an original tribute to Peggy Lee, Guido stayed behind and has remained indignant and aloof, as only a cat with character can do. He lives outdoors, under our swimming pool, and emerges late in the evening, to sup on munchies and water -- and to demonstrate his dismay with a casual, over-the-shoulder growl. We're not sure what he does with the rest of his time, so stay tuned for more of Waiting for Guido . . .
I have waited since we first met, in 1957, at Harrah's in Lake Tahoe, to invite Buddy to share some Italian hospitality. At the time, I was living with my mother, Viv
ian, in San Francisco and we were both busy building our careers. I was on the road 365 days a year, working with Bob Scobey, and Buddy was doing well on his own. Over the years we crossed paths, and on two occasions I opened for him. Now, after five decades, my husband, Angelo, and I were able to share our home and our hospitality with these good friends and talk about old times. Like any respectable conversation about good music, we start with Sinatra . . . go ahead -- select play and listen . . .
ian, in San Francisco and we were both busy building our careers. I was on the road 365 days a year, working with Bob Scobey, and Buddy was doing well on his own. Over the years we crossed paths, and on two occasions I opened for him. Now, after five decades, my husband, Angelo, and I were able to share our home and our hospitality with these good friends and talk about old times. Like any respectable conversation about good music, we start with Sinatra . . . go ahead -- select play and listen . . .