I think of my father often, his name was Ceasar Rizzo, or Lefty as many of his friends called him. He was a wonderful man and the best father anyone could ask for. He worked the night shift so we were lucky to have him around during the day. Every Summer he would plant a big garden with tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, herbs and a few other vegetables. He loved my Mother, my brother and I with all his heart and we loved him. He lived a good, healthy long life.