I am taking time out from the self publishing story today because I want to talk about my trip last weekend. Sherri and I drove (well I drove, Sherri passengered) up to New Jersey on Friday in the snow (not pleasant) and stayed with my cousin Joan and her family. On Saturday we all went in to Brooklyn to an Italian restaurant to celebrate my Aunt Gloria's 80th Birthday. It was a wonderful party and it was fantastic to re connect with all of my cousins, their children and other family members.
With all the hate and anger and strife that seems to be consumming our world today, it was hardwarming to know that in that little corner of Manhattan Island there was love and caring, and people who really knew the meaning of "Family." It was all over too quickly, but I will remember it for a long time. It also made me remember a t-shirt that was real popular around the time the "Godfather" movies were around. The front of the shirt read, "There are two kinds of people in this world, Italians, and people who wish they were Italian."