Beneath a blanket of sky the color of turquoise and framed in the mountain of rock quarried by Italian immigrants in the early 1900s, hundreds of Italian Americans, including this writer, and a few thousand wanna-be-Italians, gathered together for the Annual Italian Heritage Festival.
While Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin serenaded visitors with favorite songs about the moon looking like a pizza pie and doing things my way, vendors parked in tents plied their trade selling tee shirts, leather goods, sunglasses and more.
I was there, and what I can say is a great time was had by all.
Here's a few photos of the event:
|The Band Box where all that good music is played.|
|It just wouldn't be an Italian extravaganza without a car raffle...|
|Or, sausage and pepper sandwich...|
|And of course, funnel cake, sprinkled in powdered sugar.|
|Say goodnight Linda. Goodnight Linda.|
Now, it's your turn, dear writer.
What did you do last weekend?
Why not write it.
I dare you.
"Never be afraid to ask anyone, no matter how busy or famous, for information, The worst they will say is no, and many will be willing to help. Often the people on their staffs will be happy to get you what you need."--Scott Edelstein
"Traveling and writing are the same thing.."--Lorena' Villalonga
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
"A Gift of Love, A Widow's Memoir"