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The Grateful-Fors: 50 things I’m grateful for today

by Marissa on 26 November 2009

Inspired by (a) the fact that it’s American Thanksgiving today, (b) Havi Brooks’ brilliant take on The Lentil Game, and (c) my heart’s desire to acknowledge the happy amongst the hard right now, I present a list of 50 people, things, ideas, happenings, etc. for which I’m grateful in big and small ways. This list [...]

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Liberty’s Teeth: Lessons in rocking your audience

by Marissa on 18 June 2009

My uncle Paul (my Dad’s bro) plays rhythm guitar in a rock cover band called Liberty’s Teeth. And they’re pretty fantastic. The band is often booked to play at bars and nightclubs, though they also have several bookings for weddings and parties too. I got to see them play for the first time at an [...]

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Happy Fathers Day, Daddio!

by Marissa on 15 June 2008

Happy Father's Day! And lest mi madre be left out, let us celebrate Mothers Day once again too…

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Daddio in Elgin: a couple of photos

by Marissa on 16 July 2006

Daddio recently traveled to Elgin, Illinois, where his parents, his brother Paul and his family live. While there, he got a couple of really good photos of the group: Front-Front row: Craig (my cousin) Front row: Kyle (cousin), G.P. (grandfather), Gram (grandmother) Back row: Paul (uncle), Terrie (aunt), Phillip (cousin), and Daddio (daddio). The Guys: [...]

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Daddio, and his lookalike sons

by Marissa on 3 July 2006

Daddio sent me the following picture of him with one of his good friends from high school, circa 1974: Immediately, I thought, "Geez, that looks like Chaz." So I did a little photoshopping for comparison’s sake… The original headshots on top, and a more modified (for observation’s sake) version on the bottom row: Yeah, I [...]

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A Tribute To Twenty

by Marissa on 11 November 2005

The Accident On November 10, 1985, my father and my uncle Phil were hit head-on by a drunk driver while out doing some Christmas shopping. Both Dad and Phil were badly injured. When the paramedics arrived, my usually convivial father was combative and swearing like a sailor. Even though all four of his limbs were [...]

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