on Route 9.”
“That was my dad’s business. He ran it for thirty years.”
“I know. I worked for him.”
Sal told me a story I’d never heard. A story about my father that my mother didn’t even know.
In 1997, Sal Marchetti got out of prison after serving four years for aggravated assault. He was thirty-one. No job prospects. No family willing to take him in. continue reading …
