Some stories from Uncle Al...
One of his favorites, and I hope I get it right, was when he and my Aunt Angie were living in Brooklyn, with her parents, Tony and Concetta, and one night Al came home late and "Cunget" (who knows how to spell it? Concetta's nickname) was already in bed. Al, ever the prankster, taking after his father, climbed into bed next to her. Tony was sitting in a nearby easy chair relaxing. My uncle cuddled up to Cunget and made fake "romantic moves", all the while Cunget making protests, "Tony, no. Leave'a me alone." All the time, she had her eyes closed, until finally she opened them to see her husband sitting in the chair. She turned to see my uncle and gave him a good whack to chase in out of the bed!
This was so like his father, my grandfather Angelo, who played a similar prank on an older woman friend, a woman who had trouble seeing. My grandfather had gone to visit this woman, and it turned out that he was dressed all in black. Unfortunately for her, but fortunately for him, she mistook him to be the parish priest, and my grandfather took great joy in hearing her confession, in front of all the family and friends that were there. Sound like Al?
My favorite was a story from Al's days as a NYC subway conductor. One time while in a stop, he had to get out of the car for some reason. He finished whatever he had to do, and as the last step of his normal conductor duties he closed the car doors. But this time he did it while standing outside the car. He forgot to get back in! The doors closed and signaled the motorman to go, and so my uncle watched his train pull out of the station without him in it. He ran to try to catch it, but of course he couldn't. I think he jumped into a taxi and it took him a number of stops to catch up to his train, and when he got there and finally opened the doors, people poured out having missed the stops that he wasn't there to open the doors. He was embarrassed, but enjoyed telling that story.
We'll miss my Uncle Al!