The days of Wine and Roses...
Free-wheeling around town on my banana bike--my favorite cousin, Chrissy, sitting on the handle bars hanging on like grim death, which always seemed imminent! I blame it on a reckless streak embedded deep in the DNA.
Almost putting out an eye uncorking a bottle of Asti Spumante at the kids table on Christmas day. Didn't everyone do that?
Jumping in the back of dad's pick-up with my cousins for a trip to the lake or up to a relative's summer cottage.
Watching Grams drown chipmunks in their holes with the garden hose and flooding her garage by accident.
Tying inner-tubes together to set in the water and floating for hours starting from the dock by my house to the beach side. Getting tows from boats along the way and a can or two of Coke.
Those were the days running wild in the neighborhood, until the Angelus rang out at 4:30 pm reminding every Italian kid on the Nort' side they had 30 minutes to get home for supper. And as we pedaled through the streets of our neighborhood perfumed with the aromas of fresh baked bread and red gravy simmering on the stove, we heard the chorus of our parent's raised voices calling us to table.
So, leave the gun, take the cannoli and let me show you what it means to grow up Nort' Side.
Multi-genre, and award winning author L.M. Romagnoli