“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice,”
Tag: Tony Tedeschi
Imagine my surprise that New Year’s Eve when my father stepped up to the mike to sing. He opened with his favorite, “You’re Nobody ‘til Somebody Loves You,” accompanying himself with two swizzle sticks beating against the mike stem, and even doing that imitation of a trombone break I have always found so weak, so silly.
It was the smell of the crushed grapes that reminded me of the boss – dead more than twenty years – and the family heritage that had died with him. I thought, once again, of the wooden box that contained his papers, given to me by my grandmother after the boss died.