From the archives .. O ver the past month, as my personal fog has lifted, there have been dreams. And in these dreams, many of them have...

I n my dotage, I’ve become a bit of a numbers guy. How many bottles of wine in my cellar? What time remains of summer? Days left until the e...

D uring this down time, I’ve had the opportunity to go through boxes and papers, organizing my office. One of the packets I ran across wer...

#1,500 W e’ve all had lots of time to think. I’ve written a dozen dystopian blog posts in my head. And I’ve pondered over Italy and what...

O n a Barbarossa class ocean liner , a young man, barely a teenager in 1911, makes it all the way to Ellis Island, by himself. On a ship f...

O ver the past month, as my personal fog has lifted, there have been dreams. And in these dreams, many of them have had family who are no ...

W e spent much of the weekend moving a 100 year old man. His wife recently died and his family wanted him to be closer to them. He’s a pre...

Y ou hear it all the time at the Italian table. Someone has a birthday and everyone picks up a glass of wine to toast them. Someone else s...

I don’t know why folks hate fruitcake so much. Guess they never had one made with love. My mom turned 98 in May and this year she sent me...

Teresa (Scalora) Borgia and grandson Andrea Farru with picture of her parents in 1921 I t appeared to be just a coincidence. We were out...

and other remembrances on this day...    I remember that sinuous ceramic floor, on top of the building on Via Roma. Of all things, why t...

T hanksgiving 1976. My son had just been born, we were living in Altadena and I was working in Pasadena at a restaurant known as The Chronic...

Passing through a cloud of unknowing N otes from a journal, not about my grandfather, but my great grandfather. In Palermo. He died bef...

This week in New York during the Italian Trade Commission event, Vino 2011, there will be many folks, from Italy and the USA, converging for...

Great-Grandfather Assuntino Luigi Cevola in Palermo - 1890's I never knew my Great-Grandfather, Assuntino, but I met him, thirteen year...

My grandfather almost 100 years ago-click image to enlarge I spent the better part of Friday and Saturday at a trunk show in a men’s store,...

Yesterday I was driving to the older part of town to visit a friend who was in the hospital. He has been a mentor to me, and as I was nearin...

The waves have pounded the shores this week, they have been felt by our family this week and we have been reminded of the fragility of life...

”What was it like?” I remember my aunt asking me later, about walking into the village where her mother was born. Old Calabria, a little v...