a day job as a bookkeeper and
at night she worked at Alphon-
so’s Pizzeria in Scotch Plains. So,
Sunday was really important - we
all sat down and ate together…
After the meat was eaten, my
dad’s wiping his face and is in
a good mood. I said to him,
“Dad, there’s something I want
to do.” He said, “Son, what it
that?” Because if these old Ital-
ian guys said three words to you
the whole year you remembered
it, right? They didn’t even look
at me. I said, “Dad, I know what
I want to do for the rest of my
life.” I’m not even six years old!
He looks at me, smiles, and goes,
“What?” I said, “I want to play
guitar in a rock and roll band.”
He looks at me, gives me one of
his stares, puts his head down,
and goes, “Well, learning a musi-
cal instrument is a good thing for
a kid your age. You think about
it for a couple of weeks. If you’re
still interested, Dad will send you
for guitar lessons.” I said, “Gee
Dad, thanks!” like I was Eddie
Haskell from Leave It To Beaver
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