Delores Davoli will not die. The other day I got this startling email.
I logged in as Delores, just to see what was going on and she had a wall full of posts from her "friends" but luckily, no new friend requests or messages.
We got a letter from Ian's school saying he is approved to graduate in May. This, of course, is contingent upon passing this semester's classes. He is taking eighteen credits and working part time for a painter. He called me last night to say he'd moved into a new apartment, which is good news, I think. The old apartment was plagued with bats and his bedroom was on the third floor, so I was perpetually worried about rabies/death by fire. The advantage of the old apartment was that it was close enough to campus to steal their wifi plus enjoy the benefits of campus public safety. Now he is in a terrible neighborhood, in the shadow of City Hall, deep on the lower west side, a forty-five minute commute by bus and subway to school. He's sharing a large second floor flat in an ancient house with two friends and is enormously pleased that he gets a bedroom and a study all to himself. His share of the rent is $380, which includes utilities, a good thing because the heating bills so close to the waterfront must be fearsome, even for Buffalo.
Today is St. Joseph's Day, which is a big deal in Buffalo, although nobody in Virginia seems to have heard of it. I'm not Italian, but in honor of the day I cooked an Italian chicken, braised in white wine, kalamata olives, and anchovies, for dinner last night. We had pizelles (store bought) for dessert. Next year I'd like to attempt a proper St. Joseph's table. We never did one at home, when I was growing up, but it's difficult to live in Buffalo, NY and not encounter a St. Joseph's table somewhere. My grammar school always had a big St. Joseph's Day celebration, as did my college. St. Joseph's day isn't really a part of my ethnic heritage, but it's part of my geographic heritage, the same way Dyngus Day and butter lambs are a part of my heritage even though I am not Polish. If you know what I'm talking about, share your favorite St. Joseph's Day dish in the comments.