May God bless you and your...
Rocky was a friend of my father, Jack. I met him when we lived on Fanshawe Street in Philadelphia. I was about 6 years old. He used to play Santa Claus for us at Christmastime. We knew it was him though. The scent of his Wrigley's Spearmint Gum was an absolute giveaway. It's safe to say, I grew up knowing him. I remember his swarthy good looks, sharkskin suits, Cadillacs (always with a trunk full of gifts) and trips to Vegas with my parents. I remember once he gave me a brown kimono...
Sharon Farrell
October 14, 2025




