Imagine yourself 100 Years Ago....in the summer of 1918. Your precious son is overseas in a war that still wages and your two daughters are with their mother at your bakery that you opened at 5 am this morning in New York's Little Italy. The heat is relentless. You're home for some sardines, a pickle, and a short break. You loosen your tie, you chop a piece of ice and throw it in a tall glass of lemon water. You wind the Victrola and put on an Enrico Caruso 78 record, then sit back in your chair by the window, open to the busy afternoon streets below. "O Sole Mio" plays and the mighty Caruso is your intimate friend and knows how to soothe your troubles. In 20 minutes you have to go back to work, but at this very special moment, you are the King of New York. Bravo.
Tears flow ever time I here this, why? Mom was a brilliant piano player, and my dad being Italia would tear up when she played Santa Lucia! And... most all of the other Italian melodies!
