I have written before about my paternal grandfather–an Italian immigrant who died a couple of years ago at the age of 103.
Today I want to remember my maternal grandfather. He passed away about twenty years ago. He would have been 100 today. As a neighborhood milkman he was one of the many individuals who cultivated community in the north Jersey town where I grew up. When my Aunt posted some pictures of him today on Facebook they were met with warm responses from folks who remembered his regular visits and conversations.