evidence: My dearest Lou, (a.k.a. "My Fine Feathered Friend"), it was like yesterday you would come and hide from your dad in Gondola Bakery next door to your parents hardware store back on 20th Avenue in Brooklyn, NY. I was about 12 yrs old and you were about 18 (although you acted more like my age), peering into the front window to see if I was there. Then making your way in strutting your stuff like a young John Travolta wearing your Members Only leather jacket but citing Clint Eastwoods quote, "Make my day", or acting out James Bond 007 while Carly's Nobody Does It Better song played over the radio. There were days you would come in wearing gardening gloves covered in tree sap proving to your dad you were working. Funny how you could never hide from your mother though. Tina knew where you were, stuffing your face with Boston Cream doughnuts or messing around with me or my sister, Lucia, lifting me up and having metal bread baskets fall on us. I swear I sustained many injuries being with you.