“Googootz `e solo un googootz,” lamented my Grandma regarding plain zucchini. She was an excellent cook. She was especially skilled in preparing any vegetable into a culinary masterpiece, no matter how vile a memory the name may evoke. Grandma’s Broccoli Rabe, Swiss Chard, Artichoke, Eggplant, and the like deserved a […]
This story was first published in http://www.storiesserved.com on July 22, 2016 There were always boats in my life. Dad always had a floatable hull sitting atop concrete blocks on the lawn. He spent countless hours sanding peeling paint and varnishing brightwork. There were always a seized manifold or coughing carburetors […]
Great Grandma arrived on an early autumn Sunday. She traveled from Brooklyn in the backseat of Uncle Tony’s black Buick sedan. Despite her 87 years, she swung the back door open and pulled herself out just as the car came to a full stop.