in my life: having grown up with both grandpas having gone away—one before I walked through the door and the other too early to remember—I see them in stories. Al Pacino, Robert Duvall, Paul Newman, Robert Redford, Walter Matthau. They blend into one man who has stories that could knock you out, who bought your grandmother a new dress and took her dancing every Saturday night.
Lewis & Virgil live for me in Pacino’s tango and Duvall’s tango and Matthau’s grumpy old man. Lemmon’s too, for that matter.
I guess I just like my old men grumpy and dancing.