The autumn season is upon us and it's time to tidy up your nail paint closet by getting rid of those that have expired or have been open for too long and inserting some new nuances in line with the trends of the season.
The overwhelming difficulties of childhood mostly put at bay, my grandfather Carmine Monetti (or Charlie) certainly did his time playing stickball on the streets of the Bronx. I vaguely remember him telling me that if the kids didn’t have enough money for a ball, they would cut off the top of the broom stick and make do. Fittingly, it was the city game that continued the Monetti line.
Alfonso probably didn’t spend a lot of time mourning his wife and kept up with his extramarital activities. A player apparently, Alfonso’s infidelities were no isolated incident, and Carmine almost bore the brunt. Holding his son’s hand one afternoon on a walk, a jealous husband took a shot at Alfonso, and one branch of the Monetti line was almost cut.
The story starts in 2016 when the satellite tag for a golden eagle stopped transmitting information about the eagle's whereabouts. This happened in Perthshire, near a grouse moor used for hunting, so suspicions were raised that it may have been killed illegally. Given the history of the golden eagle in Scotland, this is not an idle worry as gamekeepers have often targeted the birds due to their perceived threat to hunting stock.
A typical week would begin with a Sunday. In many families it is normal for Sunday church service but in my home we had a Sunday routine. Once I had brushed my teeth and taken a bath, "Here is $20 for the french bread, cheese, turkey, and newspaper," said mom. I was sent to the corner Bodega also known in NYC as the corner grocery store. After returning from the store we would have a cup of coffee and eat. This was my favorate part of a Sunday. When breakfast was done we would prepare for a 8 hour service at the Pentecostal church. Typically this would be a morning bible class followed by lunch and service.