Joseph E. DiBucci

Growing up Joe was like an uncle to me. He was the fun one. He treated me like I was family, almost even like a daughter. I have such fond memories of him coming over to the house on Catherine Street and having a fire or dinner or sitting at the back porch and picnic table.

Like the time he ate a habanero pepper and drank a gallon of milk

Also his mom getting us spicy chicken Pattie’s from the school. Boxes of them!!!!

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