Let's look at the things we've doneWe went and had our "number one"A short time later "David fair"Who didn't quite have "Papa's" hairWe came and settled on our hillWhere by the way we're living stillHow great these early years have beenThe things we've done and loved and seenOur times at Basel's were the bestIt put our stamina to the testFrom years of laughter and of joyTo an ocean cruise and ship ahoyMy years with you have been quite goodFar far better than I knew they wouldOne of the things that can hold trueIs that you love me and I love youThank you Giulie for a wonderful lifeFor being my friend, for being my wife
Commentary: The "number one" mentioned in line two is my other brother, Albie. He was born in late February, 1961 and I followed "a short time later" in early October, 1963. My mother was one of four sisters and their father had (or so I am told) red hair. So whenever the sisters would get together if they detected any sort of ginger glint in any of the cousins' hair, it was immediately pronounced "Papa's hair!" By the time I knew him his hair was white so I had to take their word on it.
I grew up in a very nice house in Southern Connecticut. It was warm and wonderful but unfortunately it was built into a notch carved out of a moderately steep hill. Its driveway curved upwards from the street to the house. Not much of a big deal for most of the year but during the New England winters, when there's snow and/or ice and/or sleet followed quickly sometimes by a sunlit deep freeze, the driveway seemed to get longer the deeper the snow and/or ice and/or sleet that fell upon it. We sold the house a year or so ago and someone else lives there now. I wish them well with their warm and wonderful house on the steepish (and sometimes snowy) hill.
Basel's was a Greek Restaurant in New Haven. It closed in the mid-80s and became, for a short time, a Japanese restaurant but now it's now a Subway sandwich shop. When I was, I think, in 5th grade my parents discovered the place and then spent every Friday and Saturday night there for the next 2 decades or so. There was Greek music and Greek dancing every weekend and they were regulars and they loved it. After Basel's closed, they'd plan their summers around the Greek festivals in Connecticut, hoping to enjoy again the moussaka and the misirlou, the spanakopita and the tsamiko.