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 Romagnoli 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 in the process.
Tying inner-tubes together to float for hours starting at the dock by my house and on over to the beach side. Getting tows from boats along the way, and a can or two of Coca-Cola.
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 our neighborhood was perfumed with the aroma of fresh baked bread and simmering red gravy, as the chorus of our parent's voices called us to table.
So leave the gun, grab the cannolis and allow me to show you what it means to grow up Nort' Side.
Multi-genre, and award winning author L.M. Romagnoli