Renato Esposito Sr.
I remember when we were young. Mario and I were working in a barber shop in Cetraro Italy. My job was to cleanup sweep the floor and Mario was assigned I guess prepping up the customers, he would leather up face of the clients, and if I remember correctly he was tall enough to shave the customers. I guess I got jealous or mad, because he had a better position, and I didn't. so I quit. As I got older and God made me a little wiser. I figured out why he was doing what he did. Mario was a few years older than I and much taller than I. He was tall enough to perform that job, and I was not. I remember Mario and all of his family. As being the most quite and humble people that I had known. Humble in spirit with a generous soul. I miss all of that, I'm just glad that I had the opportunity and the pleasure to be part of his life and his family. My deepest sympathy and sorrow for the family. Renato…