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“I know he had a mustache.”

This is from Eugene Michalenko who is responsible for the Adams Massachusetts Historical Newsletter. He sings in the Saint Stanislaw Choir on Hoosac Street also. Sandy Zabek and I married there. Well, she is Polish.  We attended on Sunday with Cioci Flo. 

Sandy and I spent this whole last weekend in the Adams area celebrating our 52 second anniversary. Jack’s Hot Dogs, SWAT teams with drawn pistols on Howland Avenue, Mt. Greylock, Porches Hotel, Grazie Italian Restaurant, apples and cider, Hairpin Turn, my grandmother Hatties’ kitchen, fall foliage, St. Stan’s, train ride from Adams to North Adams, Mass MOCA, Angelina’s, George Haddad at the Red Carpet Restaurant on Park Street (opened in 1927 -- WOW!) Midgie Bechard, blah blah blah. It was so much fun that I just might write a blog about it. Or maybe I just did.

No wonder I like Eat-alian food. I spent my first eighteen years here. You probably did also. Aldo and Santino and Alvin and Etalo were common names. Taut, Hipe, Shorty. And I thought we had good nicknames. Remember Reno and Rose and Red and the beautiful Rosetta at Carnazola’s Store? Saturday night dances at the French Church, dandelion wine, anyone? Or how about a game of Kick the Can? Raise your hand if you went to Howland Avenue School. WRGB. Meet you for a pick-up game of baseball? See you at Eileen’s Dairy Bar. Did we have fun or what?

Kipper Avenue is now, and was for us, Apremont Street with a terrific story of why the name changed. 

The Quaker House, built in 1782, is on Friend Street. Some of the Friends fought at Bennington against the British.

 Comedian Steven Wright says he likes to reminisce with people he doesn’t know. But I remember you.  

 Bob Bacon