Pizza and I did not always hit it off, but I would have loved to meet him and his father. His father was an Italian Harlem boy like me. Funny no .mater how old we are we are always an Italian Harlem boy. All my friends I have left are old, but not in my eyes. Except when they walk with canes and start talking about the medicine they are taking.
Foots, tell me plase ive been meaning to ask you, your mother was italian and your father was from?
Hell he was an Hungarian Jew. But he was not your typical Jew. One of his friends was an Italian they called highway.
Highway made a ton of money because he own ocean front property in Atlantic City
He used to go to Florida with daddio. He told my father he was the only Jew he liked. Highway had a lot of mob hits under his belt over twenty.
