Like a lot of Italian sons, I am named after my grandfather. He died when I was very young but he left an overwhelming presence in our house.
Although he was a stone mason and construction worker by trade, he loved art and literature and music. His name was a tribute to his adopted country as he was born in Philadelphia shortly after his parents arrived in America. Like my Irish grandfather, who was a police officer in Boston, their stories parallel in devotion to family, country, duty and God. Interestingly, my Italian grandfather and his family returned to Italy where my Dad was eventually born. That story will take a lot more time so I will save that for another day. Read the rest of this entry »