by Eddie Acunzo » Sat Jul 07, 2007 12:22 pm
Marion
I wanna say the fee was ten or fifteen bucks. But he was like a member of the family, or at the very least a good friend. I grew up at 1576 Taylor, and when I was a very little kid my best friends were the Pesce brothers, Joe and Gerard, Bobby Annastasio, and Kenny "Silky" SUllivan, all from the same building. One afternoon me and the Pesce brothers were running up those marble staircases they had in all of those buildings, and between the second and third floor I tripped and went face-first into the edge of the staircase, turning my two lips into three lips. When we got to the Pesce apartment, their mother Marie was a nurse so she wanted to take a look at how bad it was. She couldn't catch me, I kept running under the kitchen table and chairs and other furniture throughout the house. They called my mom and dad from down the hallway, and between the three adults they managed to trap me. Mom had called ahead to Dr. Katz on Wood Ave., Dad snatched me up, wrapped me in a towel and took off for the car on a dead run and off to Wood Ave. we go. Dad held me down while Dr. Katz stitched me back into having two lips again. The cost was a regular office visit fee. He did such a good job that you can only find the scar by turning my lip inside out, he did as well as any plastic surgeon could. There was a lot of good in our neighborhood, and plenty, plenty wrong with it, but one thing it always had was a very strong sense of community. Do you agree? Eddie