This week’s post is by guest blogger, Lanny Larcinese. This essay was the first place winner from One Person One — Lower Merion essay contest and published online in the Main Line Times. It is an excerpt from his work-in-progress memoir, “The Trouble With Women (Or Is It Me?)”.
Many decades ago, my family owned a restaurant in Detroit where I grew up. Periodically, my maternal grandparents visited for extended periods. Directly from central casting, they were working class people with thick Italian accents and all the skills needed for la dolce vita. Usually, Granddad helped my father with some project or other, while my grandmother cooked homemade pasta and bread, picked dandelion for salad from the grassy berm in the middle of East Outer Drive, or made liquor in mason jars with fresh fruit marinating in moonshine that Dad’s detective friends had commandeered from the evidence room.