Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
I am, if anything, not a man of regret. I enjoy life, but only when I don't hate it.
And likewise it's rare that I say something so nostalgic as; "I miss..." and then list someones name. But I do have one person I genuinely miss seeing and being able to see.
His name is Enzo Miari.
Enzo came to America from Italy some 16 or 17 years ago, and left only a year or two recently. I worked with him for one year. Enzo was 76 years old then, I was only 16. Yet somehow in the span of that year he was the closest thing to a real grandfather I've ever gotten. The crotchety old man was annoying, loud, smelly, and freakishly strong, but he endeared himself to everyone around him.
To this day I still do impressions of Enzo. "You're-a no good!" or "I'm SAAARRRREEEEE!!!!" will always come out of my mouth at the most random moments.
Enzo's back in Italy now, and I hope he's doing well. One day, I hope I'll see him again. You know, before he dies.
And likewise it's rare that I say something so nostalgic as; "I miss..." and then list someones name. But I do have one person I genuinely miss seeing and being able to see.
His name is Enzo Miari.
Enzo came to America from Italy some 16 or 17 years ago, and left only a year or two recently. I worked with him for one year. Enzo was 76 years old then, I was only 16. Yet somehow in the span of that year he was the closest thing to a real grandfather I've ever gotten. The crotchety old man was annoying, loud, smelly, and freakishly strong, but he endeared himself to everyone around him.
To this day I still do impressions of Enzo. "You're-a no good!" or "I'm SAAARRRREEEEE!!!!" will always come out of my mouth at the most random moments.
Enzo's back in Italy now, and I hope he's doing well. One day, I hope I'll see him again. You know, before he dies.