The blade glided downwards as his knuckles rested against it, preventing it from cutting the tips of his fingers. Clumps of sawdust and blood stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I leaned on the glass case with the palm … Continue reading The Butcher
My father’s heroes were also mine. We watched all of Sergio Leone’s Spaghetti Westerns together and both agreed that the best was “Il Buono, il Brutto, il Cattivo,” “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.” We were also avid fans … Continue reading Memories of my Italian father
