Mr. and Mrs. Culosi:
My family and I were very saddened by the news and send you our condolences and prayers.
I knew Sal over the course of eight grades at St. Michael's. The strongest memory I have of him is a little embarrassing but sweet: I followed him around the playground every day in the third grade. My nine-year-old reasons were obvious: he reminded me of Sylvester Stallone, and I think his gym t-shirt had an iron-on decal that read "Italian Stallion." [He had to explain that a stallion was a horse, and that if he rode a horse, it would be white.] I ended up a good starry-eyed Lucy to his reluctant Schroeder, albeit with a strange and unproductive playground strategy.
But Sal took the flattery well: I remember him trying hard not to smile when he asked me please stop. And even though the other boys were laughing about it and I had interfered with the success of the football games, he was always polite. I know I had more than one of those conversations before our teacher intervened.
I've often thought back on my times in grade school and always feel tied to the people I knew there. I'm sure all of us from St. Michael's have fond memories of Sal that we carry with us.
Please know my family will keep you and Sal in our thoughts and prayers.