Anthony Bonis

Dear Ginger, Toni and Carol,

Oh, how I remember all of you and your Dad, Tony, and Mom, Lena, when we were all youngsters growing up on the Westside. I can still see Tony out in the garden tending to the tomatoes, peppers, and all the goodies he planted each year. In particular, I remember the apple tree in the backyard that produced those gigantic green apples that we ate until we hurt, and how Lena would make apple pies on cookie sheets to feed everyone. Things like this you...