A couple of days ago I received an unexpected phone call. The elderly gentleman identified himself as Emil Ravetto, whose origins are from the Piemonte, the Italian province where I was born. He explained that he was calling from Somers, a city one hour north of New York City.
I asked Mr. Ravetto how he heard about me. “A friend of mine lives in Strambino, a small town in the Piemonte. He wrote to tell me about your book in Italian.” I was amazed to hear this because Strambino is only a few kilometers from my extremely small town (100 inhabitants) of Pranzalito. It seemed ironic that I would find out about someone living close by in Italy via a person living across the ocean.
As we chatted about his friend who had served as a top officer in Afghanistan, Emil surprised me with one of the Andrea Doria’s endless curious connections. “My mother was a designer for Bergdorf Goodman on Fifth Avenue. Her friend Emilia Glauda, a fellow designer, survived the Andrea Doria accident.”
Of course, I wanted to know more, but Mr. Ravetto explained that the survivor had passed away in Italy many years ago.
I never cease to be in awe of how many people have threads leading back to the Andrea Doria.