To See That Look Again

I sold my car and gave my suits to charity. Olympic Airlines had a stand-by ticket available, and in ten hours I landed in Athens. I took a bus that dropped me near Syntagma Square. The street was dry and dusty, the pavement radiated heat, autos honked, buses rumbled and belched black diesel fumes that…

Columbus Day Parade – October 9th

When Len Riggio, Chairman of Barnes & Noble, was asked by the Columbus Citizens Foundation to be the Grand Marshal of this year’s parade, he decided to celebrate Italian-American authors and their outstanding contributions to the history and culture of the United States, creating this year’s theme for the parade: “A Celebration of Italian-American Authors.”…

How I Met My Wife

During the Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas, Samsung hosted a dinner at the Guy Savoy in Caesar’s Palace. After coffee, women in Roman-style, white, frilly things offered us head and neck massages. A thirties blonde caught my attention. Her blue eyes were intense. A bit of a frown above her too-bright smile made me…

I Think She was Crying

Sitting on his red, concrete-smear stoop, Mancuso whittled with a pearl-handle, nine-inch stiletto. His hair was white, complexion pale, with deep facial creases like a Hellenistic bust. Moss-covered, stone planters flanked him, an aluminum door with an “M” in the grill, behind. His faded-shingle, row house stood across from a brown-brick, public housing apartment where…