One thing about Italian drivers — they’re nuts. And if you abide by the rules, they think you’re nuts. We quickly learned in our 10-hour trip from Rome to Sant’Andrea to move out of the left lane if anyone was behind us, because no matter how fast we were going, they wanted to go faster. [...]
I remember meeting Nino once or twice as a kid when he visited by grandparents’ house. They called him “Travolta” because he often boasted about his dancing skills. His hair was also usually combed in “Saturday Night Fever” style. That was a long time ago, and Uncle Bruno reminded me to nix any thought of [...]
I think it was last year that Nanny and Poppy sold their share of this tract of land by the Marina — it can’t be more than 500 feet from the beach — to Uncle Angelo and his family. For many years before the sale, the land went untouched. Now it has two buildings — [...]
This pecorino has a past. In the late ’60s, Uncle Al, hoping that he could tame the odor, wrapped and rewrapped several round slabs Poppy had requested and stuffed them in a bag. The cheese went through Customs safely. His clothes that shared the bag, however, had to be thrown out. No matter how many [...]
The Codispoti clan got by pretty well during World War II thanks to this little shoe store, in which the family sold imports from Torino. All the children helped out at the store, located not two minutes from Aunt Nuzza’s house. This is notably where, in 1937, Poppy and his mother went to bid Nanny’s [...]
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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