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Driving the snaking streets of San Pietro in Guarano, Aunt Teresa told Roberto to stop at the front of one residence. To the door came Alberico, one of my Grandma Catherine's nephews. "This is the nicest man in all of Italy," said Teresa, enfolding him in a hug. Alberico, whom Teresa had met on a past visit to Italy, clouded with tears when introduced to David and me. He remembered playing with my father and his brothers, Louie and Eduardo, when all were boys in the 1920s.

Alberico came to a family gathering at Roberto and Giselle's pizzeria restaurant, Delizia, five minutes drive from Padula and the hill where he and the Imbrogno boys played. He stands on the Delizia patio, the sweep of the Calabrian hills behind him.

 

 

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