This morning as I entered the park I got a massive whiff of freshly cut grass. When I gazed in the distance Dog Hill was being mowed in perfectly even sections.
Made me think of my Uncle Danny and Auntie Ida’s backyard in Trumbull Connecticut.
First a little back story: she was my mother’s older sister and he, her husband whom she utterly adored – Donato was his formal 7 ply Italian name and they had two bitchy daughters otherwise known as my cousins.
She was also my favorite aunt who I played bottles with. No, not liquor bottles, store bottles like vinegar and Milk of Magnesia…we played store like two kids even though I was 4 and she was 44. She was by far the best aunt any kid could have.
We’d gather at their house most holidays because of its size and…
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