Eternal rest grant them, O Lord
Now, before we cross that Maestri bridge into Bonfouca and start digging up tall tales, let’s set the stage.
This ain’t your stuffy academic journal or edited masterpiece.
Think of it more like a discussion at the Big Camp with some boiled crabs and cold beer on the table.
Jenny Maestri, in all her wisdom, didn’t want us poking our noses into certain corners of our history. Why? Who knows! Maybe she thought some secrets were best left buried.
My thoughts in putting this together are as precious as a memory of Christmas Day at Aunt Betty’s, but the writing? Well, let’s just say that’s more like Mayor Maestri talking “ersters” to President Roosevelt at Antonine.
I did not let my imagination wonder too far from the facts.
Proceed with caution… you may not be who you think you are.