Held by a couple of Italians

My dad holding me in ’67 with Grampa Cerio posing with us next to his garage turned metal shop. I watched him drill a bruised thumbnail with a drill press in there…terrified me. He didn’t use a band-aid after. He grew up in Northern Italy without electricity or ice. His doctor told him to give up cigarettes after 45 years of smoking… he quit that day… forever. He died from complications of a car accident he got into on his way home from my father’s grave. When I visited him in the hospital he had me hide glasses of crushed ice under his bed. Later I found out he wasn’t allowed water…he was letting the ice melt in the cups