This is a place for Mario Spaladuchi to collect his wits, ahem excuse me, to write his recollections. It is the fond hope of his loving partner that ultimately hopefully and winsomely he will eventually transform the posts in his blog into a fascinating illuminating and rip-roaring autobiography…….
Or, one could say, after 8 years she’s really tired of maintaining the website and is letting Mario loose on the world, unvarnished, without assistance or prodding…..
MARIO! Well now it’s been quite sometime. Damn ain’t good to see ya! You gut lots in ya, believe me ya do! Don’t have ta always be political or serious neitha!
Love you with all my heart and then some! (*
Mario!
I saw this name, Mario Spaladucci, and knew it was familiar, and knew it was someone Bill had referred me to, but just couldn’t place him. Well, ya got me! Still, I’m glad you have started out on your own. I’ll be watching and taking notes, because a friend has suggested I start a blog myself. Already I have taken your lead – I think I might call myself Maurice Watanabe.
Hey there Mario,
I’m hopin’ i’ve got enough pull around here to have you recite Gunga Din for me………….(Don’t make me pull rank on you soldier!)
(While i’m askin’, why don’t you create a web page of your favorite poems!!)
David