An Ice Man. Fuel Oil and…GEvolution
Growing up, I had a best friend. His name was Leon Vitucci, my grandpa or my mom’s dad. Up until he passed away in 1989, that guy was the person I wanted to do everything with. The park, watering the lawn, sweeping the curb, play chess, get Carvel with, go to Dunkin Donuts with, cross any bridge in NYC with, say Latin prayers with…you get what I’m saying. Well, grandpa in the 1930’s was an Ice man. An immigrant from Bari, Italy, Leon would make he rounds in New York delivering ice for iceboxes, long before the electric domestic refrigerator …