Saturday, February 25, 2012
Romolo, I love you and I miss you. In my memory, you will always be the same hardy young guy who worked out in his grandfather's garage, who was a "Maspeth Strong Man" and took on all comers, the same kid who rode 50 miles on his bike out onto Long Island just for the hell of it. The Tank Destroyer(!) in World War II who lived through the Battle of the Bulge and kicked Rommel's a** despite frozen feet that had to thaw out under the stove. Your niece Letty and I may be the last people who hoisted a glass of wine with you and told stories of the old days, and the not-so-old days too. You will always be a legend with us for saying, at the end of a Thanksgiving fish dinner that almost caught the stove on fire, "What made you think I liked fish?" You're a helluva guy, Rommie. God bless you. Rest, finally, in peace.
