After a fight where I called my brother a cunt around 3AM, I’ve had family on the brain. Here are two quick stories:
I found an Article* on my father’s boat while googling him earlier. My favorite quote: “But Tom, are you legal?”
The casino failed after one summer. The boat ultimately sank, well after the time we had it. Still, my father is ambitious. I love the man, dearly. Yes, for his knack at actualizing unrealistic things long enough for me to make them into my stories, but also because he is a loving father.
The Europa Jet, 1993 from New London Loft
I was just on the phone with my cousin for 23 minutes, a long call by my telephone talking standards. Jill, a mother of two, was raised more like my sister. Her mother and mine are siblings, and indulged in the giant Italian-American clan style upbringing. I was very close with all my cousins, but Jill most especially. She was there for me when I lost homes, when I needed employment and even when I sliced off the tip of my finger.
My mother was up from Florida yesterday and met my brother in Connecticut. The two of them, with my grandmother in tow, visited Jill and her family. I was just alerted that as Jill was preparing a care package for my brother to take to college, my grandmother Marie would reach in and pull things out… for herself. Now, Marie is constantly giving Scott and I care packages and I wouldn’t be surprised if she was stealing from Jill simply to give to Scott or me later. But still, Grandma looted.
Marie Tortora, aged 93
