(no subject)
Pete Limpelli, the Queens Mafioso. The owner of the Winged Tip Shoe, the wagerer on naval battles. The eater of holistic, organic foods. Witness to Thirty Days of Death, and interloper in Charleston, South Carolina. Pete wheeled his big Towne Car the two and one half blocks over to Cheviot Machine and Screw, to spy on Len Wiedeshofer, the manufacturer of the water cannon.
For some reason, in that hot August squelch, sitting on the leather seat of his Towne Car, Pete was reminded of a time, a few years back, wheeling easily out to Kew Gardens, on Thanksgiving Day, to execute a hit on Pomo “The Mook” Derrida.
“Minchia,” Pete said. His sepia toned aviators looked like two brown teardrops over his gnarled, tanned face, and his tea tree toothpick. Pete called those little, seemingly unconnected thoughts and memories, ‘memory bubbles,’ and the ‘memories bubbles’ would ‘pop’ at any given time.
William Comparetto
© 2006