I was so frightened, that from that Clemenza’s Bakery leave the gun take cannoli the bronx new york city 1945 shirt, I put empty glass bottles against the door to my room at night so that if he were to barge in again, I would be forewarned by the bottles, instead of being awakened by his loud voice. And I did not sleep peacefully, and I often worried and wondered why my father thought I was no good. I was trying my best. And I was sad that he did not love my mother, and was so unpredictable with his temper, often flying off the handle for no reason. Both inappropriate for him to say to his daughter. But he was the king of impropriety. He ruined my life. But I’m still very happy that he didn’t expect me to fulfill the wifely duties, as many men do with their daughter. My mother likely did not wish to go to bed with such an ill tempered man, and I do not blame her. It wasn’t expensive for me, but it was expensive for the surgeon. In 1985, I found a large lump in my neck. I went to my primary care physician, and he referred me to an ENT specialist.
He said it had to be removed, but if he removed it there would be an ugly scar from my ear almost to my chin. He sent me to another ENT, who was supposedly the best one in Philadelphia. This guy showed me his ugly scar, and told me my scar would be in that same place, but be nearly invisible. That first ENT I went to had done his surgery. When I was admitted to the hospital, the clerk told me that my health insurance would pay 80% of everything I was teaching him how to throw and catch a baseball and he said I was throwing the ball a little to hard. I said I appreciate you speaking for him, but he’s fine. And of course my son saw the tension brewing and went with Papa on this one. He started crying and saying I was hurting his hand.