"Sometimes a door is only closed because it's waiting for someone to smile and walk right through it."
That's what the waiter had said at the all-night caffeterria in Rome. We were jetlagged and couldn't sleep, so your Mom said we should eat. By the time we finished our sandwiches, she and the waiter had talked politics, life, Chuck Berry. He'd seen videos of you singing and playing bass. She tried to tip him, but instead he had pressed his pack of cigarettes into her hand when he realized she was out.
The barricades were up at Trevi Fountain, but Mom said they were just waiting for us to walk through. She smiled at the polizia and led us to the water. We had one of the world's most crowded monuments nearly to ourselves at 3 am.
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