In the last post of this series, I was about to enter my first Sicilian church. It was early in the morning, so I did not anticipate much activity. In a way, I was right, but I did encounter something unexpected.
After a long journey and some minor inconveniences, I now had the pleasure of waking up in the town where my great grandparents lived. I had a general idea of how I was going to explore the area, but first, I needed breakfast.
Before we go forward, we need to go back, at least a little bit. After I got off the plane in Palermo, I headed out to pick up my luggage. For the first time in my travels, I was disappointed.
Growing up, being Italian was a substantive part of my identity. I do not know if my brother and cousins felt the same way, but I always liked my ethnicity. The food, the language, the history, it all seemed like something I would want to be a part of.
In 2014, I went to my first Comic Con in New York and it was magnificent. I only went for a day, but I finally found a place where someone like me made sense, and I knew I would be back.
I am not sure how long the love affair will last, but no matter where I live, I want to be near a respectable Con. In 2015, I decided to go back, but this time, I tried an additional day of geeky goodness.
I knew what to expect, so I felt better prepared than during my initial outing. However, there were some surprises, but I was ready.
Like many people, I have long been fascinated with World War II. I am not sure why, but I have a few ideas.
Before I continue, it is good to recognize that actual war is horrible. For a generation raised on Hollywood depictions of reality, this is a fact that is sometimes lost on people that have not seen combat. Like them, I have not had such experiences, but I have read enough about war, both from people who study the topic and from veterans sharing their stories, to know that the Californication of my peers has resulted in a generation that is often too amenable to hyper-stylized fictions.