Every Halloween had an extra bonus - it was our Nonno's birthday. This is him - with my sister - in a photo that is so emblematic of the champ that he was. See that look in her eyes? That's what we both thought of him. He was the coolest grandparent ever. He was funny as hell. He was a great listener. You really KNEW he liked you. And he is so tremendously missed. Happy Birthday Nonno. How we wish we were sitting around watching you unwrap our gifts of cigars and eating your favorite "Zuppa Inglese" with the funny little chrome bb type things on top!
And here we are, "playing ball" at the base of that driveway from Hell. Note the pack of Pall Malls in his breast pocket and one lit in hand as we play. I never picked up the no-filter cigarette habit, but I sure think of him every time I light up a nice cigar. This is circa 1968 and I treasure it to this day.