The older I get the more things like this strike me as being unbelievable.
First Love
Music is my first love, and it’s the one thing that has been constant all of my life. I started playing the drums when I was 6 or 7 years old and I spent many years in a van touring around the country. Around the turn of the century the drums gave way to photography but, as they say, the beat goes on.
Goodbye From The Door
With my parents it was never, “Lock the door behind you.” They always waited until the car was out of site before they went back into the house.
Sharks
As far back as I remember
I’ve loved sharks.
I don’t want to be in the water with one.
Slow. Down.
I don’t know if this guy caught anything or not, but I’m willing to bet he was enjoying the morning calm.
My little Meathead
Mack is, without a doubt, my right-hand man. From the beginning my little dude has been like a shadow to me. Where I go, there goes Mack.
Pit bulls get a bad rap. Like any animal (or human for that matter) there are some who behave well while others do not. While Mack has a “king of the jungle” style bark, he is a lover to any human who comes into his home.
Cinquanta in Italia
I turned fifty in Carovilli, a small mountain town in Italy where my maternal grandparents lived before they moved to America in the 1920’s. They both died before I was born but I have the trunk they brought their belonging in when they immigrated to America. It sits at the end of my bed and I think of them every time I walk past it.
A few years ago I applied for Italian citizenship through an amendment to the Italian constitution known as The 1948 Law. The application was based on my grandparents and I was approved a month after celebrating my birthday in front of their home. I am still pinching myself.
La casa della mia Familglia
My grandparents came to America from Italy in the 1920’s. They bought a home and they worked hard to give their children a chance to have a better life than they had. I never met them, they passed before I was born, but I grew up in this same home and I watched as my parents did the same thing for my brothers, sisters and me.
Family Bookends
Frank is my oldest brother - we are the bookends of eleven kids. When I was a teenager Frank had a family, a mortgage and a career; our lives were very different. As I grew older and had my own experiences the distance between us became smaller and, thankfully, we have grown closer. Frank has been there for the best and worst times of my life - what a gift.
