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One chilly, rainy evening, after a day of touring the Italian countryside with Roberto and Giselle, he guided us high into the Calabrian hills. Here was a teensy village of narrow streets: San Benedetto di San Pietro.

On a small town square sat a narrow church and this was the place, my Aunt Loretta told us later, where my father had been baptized.



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