I was a little kid in the 1950's. At first we lived with my mothers parents in their apartment. Sundays meant family dinners, aunts, uncles, cousins. After dinner my brother, my cousins and I would all go out to play. Sometimes we'd head to the Italian pastry shop for lemon ice. All my uncles and my father had fought in World Two, so I heard stories about their experiences from time to time. My mother told me stories about growing up during the depression, seeing Joe Di Maggio play base ball. I loved those old gangster movies and radio shows. I'd watch the Friday night fights with my Uncle Willie and he'd tell me about the boxers. It was a great time to be a kid. I wanted to put all of this into my story. I wanted to remember how things used to be when the family was together. Every Sunday, after dinner the men would play cards. I was fascinated by the way they shuffled the cards and the strategy of the games. Years later I would become a professional Magician. I studied with the great Italian Master Slydini. I re-learned Neapolitan, the dialect I heard growing up. For the past five years I've traveled to Napoli and performed while speaking Neapolitan, which I love. I hope to continue to write and perform.
