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The Key to Great Story Telling. Thanks to Alphonso D'Abruzzo (aka Alan Alda)

(23 05 2011) Darrell Fusaro

Although I'm not a huge Alan Alda fan I do know he lives in New Jersey and his real name is Alphonso D'Abruzzo. Since he and I had the Italian New Jersey connection I was curious...

A Tourist Visits Italian in California

(16 11 2010) Joey Skee

In recognition of co-blogger, Laura Ruberto, who intelligently expounds on West Coast iterations of Italian America, I offer my touristic encounter with things Italian in the...

Bologna 1977

(11 03 2009) Joey Skee

Images and sounds from an extraordinary time.

What’s his name?! What’s his name?!

(18 02 2009) Joey Skee

Italian-American naming traditions of abandonment, reclamation, nicknaming, and forgetting.

Blogging Obama

(05 11 2008) Laura E. Ruberto

Passing impressions from California, written at midnight on Election Night.

Backyard Figs from Brooklyn

(28 09 2008) Joey Skee

In which this blogger says nothing more profound than he really, really likes figs.

Sending a Telegram to the Pope

(21 08 2008) Joey Skee

Power, Humor, and the Triumph of the Lower Bodily Stratum.

Staten Island Dojo Wars

(15 08 2008) Marc Edward DiPaolo

As a new black-belt, I faced opposition from fellow students who remembered me "when." But how does one defeat insubordination?

Griffin's Best Man Speech

(10 08 2008) Marc Edward DiPaolo

Here's the best man speech that had me, Stacey, and the guests, in stitches at the wedding reception:

The Wedding of Italian-American Man!

(10 08 2008) Marc Edward DiPaolo

On March 9, 2007, I was married to Stacey Lynn Miller. We wrote our own wedding service, based on a template provided by Unitarian Minister Craig Schneider. We chose our own...

The 25-Year-Old Virgin

(09 08 2008) Marc Edward DiPaolo

My friends meet my wife-to-be, Stacey, and reminisce about how unhappy I was when I was single - especially one weekend in Belmar, NJ.

Bill Murray is a Close Personal Friend of Mine

(08 08 2008) Marc Edward DiPaolo

In which I get falling down drunk at Bar "A," become a public nuisance, curse God, and have a crisis of faith.

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