I write a lot, like many expatriate writers, about my original home. I was born in Warwick, Rhode Island, and I spent about 20 out of my 49 years in the state. I’ve lived in Warwick (very briefly as a baby), East Greenwich, Pawtucket, North Kingstown, Providence, East Providence, and Bristol. Since I do write things set in Rhode Island so often, I have a need to burrow through my past for usable material and bits and pieces I can use. In some recent work, I have reason to refer to the venerable Rhode Island broadcaster Frank Coletta. It’s hard to not like Frank. He has a sly smile that that just gets to a person. Here’s the tribute that was done for Frank’s 30th anniversary with the station. And, Frank, salud!
I’ve never heard of him. My Dad was Frank(Francesco), Italian(Bologna, Italy) and not Sinatra also. Sorpresa. ~Mary
Comment by Mary — February 20, 2009 @ 11:59 am |
Fair enough. Of course, as I understand it, most Franks who are Italian (or, technically, Italian-American, as is Coletta and, to some extent, as am I) are or were not Sinatra. I did choose a very large substrata of Italians and Italian-Americans. Again, just to be fair. And Italian. Or Italian-American.
Comment by Len — February 20, 2009 @ 12:06 pm |