100 years ago, my great-grandfather Michael moved to New York from the village of Castellammare del Golfo, Sicily. Thirty years later, he moved to southern California because the climate reminded him of the beautiful, hot terrain of his Sicilia.
Twenty years ago today, I was born. Unlike my brothers, I never got the chance to know Michael, or my grandparents Antoinette and Robert - they died before I was born.
Three generations removed from Italy, I’ve always known a conditional…