The Ray Rossi Reality Hour – Friday with Nicky Boy
I remember my grandfather.
Not my namesake, since he died before I was born, but my mom’s dad…Grandpa Sal.
Since I was the first boy born into the family (my mom is the oldest of 5 girls); my grandfather would do handstands for me.
He used to walk from where they lived in Coney Island all the way to where my parents lived…about a couple of miles away…just to see me.
I could remember him walking me over the bridge over Coney Island Creek; the brand of cigarettes he used to smoke (Viceroys); and the smoking table where he used to keep them.
I even remember when he was taken to the VA Hospital (he served in World War I right after coming here from Meta Di Sorrento), and feeling left out when I couldn’t go up to see him.
I was only 3 going on 4.
But you can imagine how a kid would feel not being able to see someone so near and dear to them.
That’s why Friday, to me, is unofficially “Friday with Nicky”.
It’s not Friday unless I go and see my grandson.
And even though I don’t have the stamina to walk the 5 or so miles to see him, I’m still lucky enough to have him nearby so that I could spend at least an hour a week playing with him.
Here’s what a typical Friday morning looks like:
They say grandchildren change you.
It’s true…take it from me.
Now I know how my grandfather felt.
I guess I should start on those handstands!