Born in 1920, came from Italy in 1926, was a teen during the depression and fought in the war.
Grew up poor and guys that later would be Dons of some of the 5 families were his friends.
But his arm once on a broken mirror and the blood gushing made me terrified. I think I was about 8.
The guy didn’t blink an eye.
Had kidney infection before penicillin and lost a kidney. 2 heart attacks, 2 strokes and an aneurysm.
After the infection he told my mom in his last days that he never had a pain free day in his life.
I like to pretend i’m tough.
He would laugh at how “tough” I am :)
Real men from the greatest generation.
Thanks for putting up with me in this overly long post.
It felt good to write it for some reason.
No problem. I was quite glad to see you still alive and kicking.
In regards to your ‘confession’, I too am short of filling my father’s shoes.
When I find myself wondering how I’ll have the time to accomplish something or the ability, I try to remember what my parents did with nary a complaint, and without the benefit of a modern supercomputer at their fingertips.