Close your eyes for a moment and picture the living room of the Bower household.
It's evening, possibly the same evening as this story takes place, possibly not. The whole Bower-Micelli clan is gathered together, digging through an assortment of boxes. There's a lot of chatter going on, a lot of laughter.
Over in the armchair closest to the kitchen sits Jonathan, leafing though a collection of old records, and questioning the musical taste of days gone by. He gets up and walks over to the record player, placing one of his finds on the turntable in spite of Tony's grumbling protests. Mona is sitting in the other armchair, casually watching everyone else and dishing out witty asides, as each new item is uncovered. Tony and Samantha sit on the couch, picking through a pile of old photographs. Angela sits close behind Tony on the arm of the couch, occasionally leaning in to get a better look or ask a question. Samantha finds a photo of three young boys (or men, as Tony suggests) posing for the camera and flexing their freshly tattooed arms. She laughs at her father, demanding an explanation. Tony hedges at first, but then launches into the story of his first tattoo with only the tiniest bit of prodding.
Can you see it? I can. It's the picture I've had in my head all along. It's the final piece of the puzzle for me, the conclusion to a long-winded journey through Tony's earlier life, his life before.
I just hope you found the journey worthwhile.
The End
(finally!)