When he was four years old, my grandfather and his friend Jackie Thompson got ahold of a box of matches. They lit some dried grass in an empty lot behind his house on fire, by an old warehouse.
After messing around with the flames for a bit, the two boys stomped on the fire and left.
Two firetrucks were in front of his house within an hour. The field and the warehouse were both burning, and Ma, my great-grandmother, was not happy.
Some of my grandfather's favorite memories are of Christmas meals when all the family would group to eat and talk.
My great-grandmother would prepare lavish feasts, with the first course of fourteen fish dishes (twice the usual seven for Italian Christmas tradition) followed with plenty of ravioli.
My grandfather, Joseph Rulli, has always believed in the importance of family and hard work. These values were installed in his and his sister by his two loving and caring parents. Even now, our family spends time together in the kitchen and around the table and works hard to achieve what we believe in.