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December 13, 2012
My father in law was like no other. He seemed to know everyone and everything in Cos Cob. I enjoyed my visits from Montana because I got carted around from Scarpelli's to his favorite haunts on the avenue to Island Beach park to the fish market. It was always an adventure with Mike and the food was always good. In return, Mike was a good sport on all his visits to Montana. He camped and fished and boated and hiked and swam in 50 degree water like a kindrid spirit. He would say with a wink: "I can't wait to get back to civilization," but I know he was secretly having the time of his life. Mike knew how to have a good time and enjoy life to its full extent. We will miss him dearly.
December 13, 2012
Papa
by Grace Fiorita November, 2012
I see
His cheeks flushed
Ruddy, beneath thinned skin
The veins trickling warmly through his worn face.
The small smile, dry lips
lifted on the left
His grin always told me he had a story
Dark eyes sweetly winking
Twinkling with a sharp wit,
He sees
An old memory, a long river
In his mind. Whispering to me
Brows lifted, soft papery hair swept
gently back, and his face is open.
He is a willow tree
Thin arms
Stirring, long, patient, withering,
Thick roots, his time was long
A song thrown to the sea
And his dust is gone. Lifted away,
but the roots remain, whispering to me
Not all that is gone is lost

In loving memory of Michael Sr. Fiorito
Passed away on November 26, 2012
December 13, 2012
Michael, Richard, the entire family & friends -

It was a special privilege to have experienced many quality moments with a great man. From a young age I developed respect for his values, views of life & quick wit which never diminished. His journey from Italy, battles in WWII, raising a family in Cos Cob, competing on the golf course, and the challenges of growing old never slowed him down. He prevailed with dignity and honor.
December 12, 2012
I am so sorry to hear of Mike's passing. He used to come down to Augie's (and a few times after they closed to the St. Lawrence club) and hang out and talk with everyone! He was the nicest man! I am so happy to have been able to spend many nights talking with him! I know that my mom & dad (who passed in 2010)also enjoyed seeing/talking to him as well. Mike will be missed for sure!
December 12, 2012
Michael and Richard, My condolences on the loss of your Father.

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