“I remember that corner table at Deanies, as you walked in the side door on Deming Street. On one side of it was a chair, on the other side was a phone booth. Dad would sit in the chair and Deanie, or Artie DiNapoli Sr., or Stubby Wolven (who both cooked at the place) would sit in the phone booth and he’d hold court. He picked up tabs there for people his whole life. You should see the amount of bad checks he took in, the people he loaned money to, those stories will never end.
“It was a great life. He lived life like he wanted to.”
Raise a glass to Joe Forno, and to a Woodstock that should always be remembered.
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