Showing posts with label Brooklyn The Church. I was busy doing taxes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brooklyn The Church. I was busy doing taxes. Show all posts

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Yeah I heard about it, it's what all the old ladies are talking about!

ricpic said... OT - Hey Troop, do you know a guy named Mark Iacono? He owns Lucali pizzeria in Carroll Gardens and was stabbed yesterday, according to a story in the Post. He was stabbed in front of Joe's Perette Deli on Smith Street by Benny Geritano who is apparently mob connected. Anyway thought you might know him because of the location. According to the story he's in stable condition.
I know both those guys. Mark who owns Lucali the pizza store is often in the bakery across the street "visiting" with one of the girls and Benny's uncle was in the Boy Scouts with me and another cousin was a big shot in the Knights of Columbus with my dad. When I was dropping off the taxes at one of my little old lady's houses she was telling me it was all the talk at the Stations of the Cross the night before.

I hear it was personal not business related and I don't want to get into details. It's funny but the store they fought in is Joe's Superette which I have written about several times which makes the best rice balls and prosciutto balls in NYC. I take my granddaughter there all the time when she is in town. Too bad she wasn't around....she could have got to see a show. The Jerk De'Soliel. What a couple of mooks.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

No Man is a Staten Island.


Little did I know that the closest monastery to Brooklyn was not the beautiful Cloisters in upper Manhattan but a small Franciscan outpost on Staten Island. Now you know that I hate Staten Island but I was willing to endure for the health of my spiritual life. However my wife realized that I would not be around to cook her breakfast and rub her feet and perform my other husbandly duties so she took matters into her own hands. She got on the phone and gathered a crack commando team. Stella Stevens, Charo and the girls who shop with me on Saturday morning all donned ninja gear and invaded the monastery and spirited me away. The monks never knew what hit them.

I want to thank everyone for the kind words while I was away. It seems I get a lot more comments when I am gone than when I post ten times a day. I guess absence makes the commenter grow fonder. Although I will continue to fast and perform penitence during this Easter Week, I will attempt to amuse you with some brief fripperies.