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| Spires and stacks (This is the kind of day, back in May 1978, when Joe Savino and I were walking along Northern Blvd., before we'd stopped at a diner at 36th Street, the day we heard the news from his cousin that their grandmother had died. We were out of work at the time, and were searching the neighborhood factories for possible jobs; miserable responses, questions falling upon deaf ears. At 6:30 a.m., we knew that something terrible had happened. When we got back to the apartment in Jackson Heights, Joseph Centrone telephoned and gave us the news about our beloved Benedetta Savino.) |
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From page 8 of the book: "...Owen had asked me to meet him in Long Island City, at a diner near 36th Street on Northern Boulevard. Like I said, I wasn't in the habit of meeting people anywhere before sunrise, but his summons had had an affliction to it, an exhaustion. With the blue shadows of dawn and the somnambulists dotting the streets of this warehouse district, I met Owen on a corner of the boulevard which was spotted with a pack of junked cars."
(The above photos of Long Island City are courtesy of npzo on Flickr. Used with permision.)
Who is Joseph Centrone? He is the cousin of Joe Savino; he's like a brother to me; I have known him since 1973, when he drove out to Peoria, Illinois, to visit Joe Savino at Bradley University (where both Joe S. and I were attending college: he an English major, myself an International Studies major). J. Centrone often appears in my writings. Centrone is one of the hardest working men I know. For some current info on him, you can go to http://joetuna.com But he has had other incarnations as well. Joseph Centrone has been an Archangel in my life, as he has been in many other people's lives.
ReplyDeleteBeloved Benedetta would more than likely smack you in the mouth for writing such a story cloaked by some simple name changes.
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