Dear Friends,

This week I visited my mother in south Italy for a few days and on Wednesday the 24th I got up early so I could catch the first flight
“What a morning !” so quite you could hear a leaf if it was dropping from a tree. I stopped by my fathers tomb in the cemetery to say hello to the person that was my first and best friend for the first 20 years of my life. What a guy my father was ! His teachings are still vivid and clear in my mind and most of all the roots of my success. He is gone for over 40 years but the memory of him is so fresh and clear that in kissing his picture was like a kiss in his face. I proceeded in my quite drive and did not meet a car on the road until I had traveled over 25 kilometers. The name of the villages I passed by reminded me when they were the boundaries of my world “THEN”. The boundaries of my world now New York, Tokyo , London etc where then only part of my geography and history lessons. I stopped in one of those villages and had a Cappuccino then drove away toward the airport. I did not have any tears in my eyes thinking of those “memories”, but it was very close.
Thank you for letting me share this with you