Robert Andreoli

My mother and I were going to stop at the station that morning but she wanted to go to shop on the Boulevard first (I think it was "King's" back then).

When we got back to the Post Road, his friend/employee (?) with that odd name (Nipsey, Dipsey, something like that) told us the sad news.

I often wonder if we had gotten there earlier if things would have turned out differently.

While I never met Mitzi, I applaud her faithfulness at always remembering her family...