Growing up across the street from the center of Wilmington Italian culture, Papa’s food market. My early life was almost exactly like the Bronx tale but in Wilmington. My grandfather (Spike) being who he was had influence in the neighborhood, but his grandson only hung around “tutsoons” growing up and later on after he passed those on the corner would yell and cuss at me to keep them down the hill and “why you gotta play with them here?” But my grandmother would have none of it and would go out and let it be known. And if you knew her than you were lucky and knew not to fuck with her even if she was only 4 foot… but will get to that later