Tuesday, August 13, 2013
The photos bring back better times, the times before the strokes. I remember how much he liked to pick the horses. How, like Uncle Johnny, he was a regular at OTB, and a frequent visitor to the track. How excited he would get when he picked a double, or trifecta. I remember how much he loved his Yankees and Bills, and how he would curse Jim Kelly whenever he made a bad play. I remember how much he loved his garden. How he loved to work the soil. How his tomatoes were his pride and joy, and how he used to select the hottest of his hot peppers to sprinkle on his Sunday Rigatoni, or as he called them “rigadons�
He was a kindhearted, good natured, man who never had a bad word to say about anyone. He was there for me whenever I called. I remember the hours and hours he and Mom spent painting and staining when I built my house in Mendon. He loved spending time with his grandkids, and he truly had a special way with them.
These are just some of the things I remember about my Dad.
