JOSEPH P. FITZGERALD

In memory of Joe: We were classmates at Holy Cross and in Vienna `71-`72. One weekend of the fall of `71 a group of us decided to take the train south to Venice. We were a bunch of American rubes looking to visit the famed city of canals. Joe and I were having breakfast and couldn´t believe how the Italians served coffee: these tiny little cups of bitter, black coffee! We ordered several and went on our way. A half an hour later we were buzzing through the piazza of San Marco, laughing and...