“Have you heard of Italian Alzheimer’s?” Francis Ford Coppola asks, brown papa-bear eyes playful. “You forget everything – except the grudge.”
The 78-year-old padrino is At Home. Not his main residence, the sprawling historic Inglenook wine estate in California’s upmarket Napa Valley. But his home away from home: Bernalda, an insignificant dot of a non-tourist town set in the middle of southern Italy, where his paternal grandfather Agostino was born. (His mother’s side came from Naples.)