My son John and I have a close bond, and I feel we’re soul mates. We’re both single and somewhat “footloose and fancy-free.” Since we live near each other, we get together regularly.
He was over for dinner the other night. As usual, our conversation occasionally drifted to reminiscences of our rather colorful Sicilian immigrant family.
After John left I got to thinking about my mother’s side of this fascinating family. Including her, there were eight brothers and sisters, plus uncountable children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.… Read more