There are several stories I have written about my uncle . . . his winter snow adventures, his heavy coat, his generosity . . . but I do not believe I have written of his trip to New York with a bunch of college guys.
Uncle Carlo was a bulk of a man; his chest was a plate of armor; his legs were tree trunks. He went to Providence College, played football, and made All-Italian, All-America as a guard. Because of family needs, he left before graduating. But he never lost his love for the school and the friends he made there
