My godfather Mario (and GrampaStavo’s best friend – the two originally known in our family circle as “Two Gentlemen From Verona) stood among the 27 people gathered for Thanksgiving dinner. “And we, WE are the original pilgrims,” he announced proudly, raising his glass for a toast.
My dad swiftly interrupted. “And he’s the original turkey!” he shouted, pointing at Mario. Continue reading
