"So, tell me about the real Thor."

We were at a corner table in Peppino's; an Italian restaurant with great food made by a real Sicilian mama. Sigh.

"You know the real Thor."He got that little wrinkle going between his brows.

"No, I know myths, and I have a sense about the kind of man you are."I paused to smile at him. "But I don't know about you. Like for instance; where were you born?"

"Atlantis,"he lowered his voice and glanced around the crowded restaurant. It was ...