There Was, Still is, a friend.

JUST IN THE MOOD TO REBLOG AN OLD POST ABOUT MYSELF. I NEVER GOT AROUND POSTING THE PICTURE THAT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED. IT MIGHT BE ON MY RARELY VISIT FACEBOOK PAGE.

From The Darkness Into The Light

I just received the third Picture in 2 weeks from a younger friend of my father. My father will be 80 years old this year. Mom and Dad always had around younger people having in them a capability to grasp young and older people attention and affection. For a few years, I was a happy 7, 8 and 9 years old because of music. These young sixties Italian friends were different from their generation peers. Dad and about a dozen young man in Milan put together the first NewOrleans band in Italy before he met my mom. After they married,  my parents spent many nights playing music in clubs and took me with them.

I loved that smell of beer and wine in the air plus the dusk cloud if smoke even when I was so very tired and would fall asleep anywhere. I would have never changed this new…

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