Here's how cold it was this week:
New York City as seen from Weehawken, New Jersey.
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Here's our Church, Saint Anthony's where I teach 6th grade CCD every Wednesday afternoon.
This is the view from our driveway.
Our kitchen cabinets are now installed. We're targeting completion in one more month.
(Plus six more months of finishing touches while we're in?)
The cabinet company in Ohio liked this design so much that they called the New Haven store
and asked who the salesperson was who designed it.
They then flew her to Ohio to see their operation and how they build cabinets.
She was very smart to listen to Mary.
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The children's book The Man Who Walked Between The Towers won the American Library Association's
Award as the most distinguished American picture book for children last year. It shows Philippe Petit in 1974.
That's me under the sea gull at 7am in the morning, fresh out of college, and helping to build Battery Park City.
We engineers all looked up and quipped, "It's a good thing there's no wind, or his cable would be snapped by the swaying
World Trade Center Twin Towers."
A man and his pet giraffe walk into a bar and start having a few quiet drinks.
As the night goes on, they get pretty drunk.
The giraffe finally passes out near the pool tables and the man decides to go home.
As the man is leaving, he's approached by the barman who says,
"Hey, you're not gonna leave that lyin' here, are ya?"
"Hmph," says the man, "that's not a lion, it's a giraffe."
Here is a picture that my Grandfather Vincenzo carried in his wallet for about 50 years.
It is of his youngest brother Enrico in Italy in the 1930's. He is my great uncle.
Enrico's namesake grandson Enrico the artist, (who painted the fruit scene in our dining room)
only remembered seeing his grandfather when he was 8 years old at his grandfather's death bed.
He had no pictures of him, so he was thrilled when Auntie Rose mailed him this Christmas present.
Sharing Enrico's genes, but unfortunately not his good looks,
Pete