My grandfather had a baby brother named Nunzio. I could post a photo of him in his 90s, dazed expression, full head of cropped white hair, but I don't have permission to use it. "Nunzio" sounds sexy, no? nOON-zee-oh, not mechanical, like TAHJH-e-oh, although Rufus -- his Canadian name has a "woof" -- made his "Grey Gardens" sung Tadzio warm and confectionary, a wistful vanilla-cream. I can see my mouth opening to say "Nunzio" for the first time. Did I do it right? Nunzio Ciraldo was born in the same Sicilian village, Bronte, as his … [Read more...]
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A Note to My Readers — Part 2 His name was Harry. Don't think English king; instead, it's from the Yiddish "Herschel," although his three brothers, three sisters and many friends called him "Hashel." When I stared at my freckled, rusty-skinned dad as he watched Gunsmoke or smoked Chesterfields while having his cup of Chock full o'Nuts, I often thought of the Irish name Dinty Moore, the hash that came in a can. I'm watching him now as he drives the Buick Special -- bottom of the line, only three portholes -- on his weekend rounds through … [Read more...]