And, yet, I work today on Columbus Day. In fact, I work just a few blocks away from Broad Street where Joseph led the annual parade on horseback.
Why? Why not take the take off to show some pride in all of this?
Well, maybe. Maybe I should, but part of me is proud that I can not recall any injustice directed at me for being of Italian descent. In a sense, all of those bold words that were stated by my relatives and all of those parades up Broad Street worked.
There are currently two Italian-Americans battling it out for the governorship of New York
and I am busy doing meaningful work in my studio.
I admit that I am proud of where I came from. I am taking this moment to thank my relatives for their dedication and leadership. In fact, typing that last sentence gave me the chills.
Now, back to work.