Here in my hometown of Rochester, New York…interviewing kin, taking copious HILARIOUS notes, and drinking coffee out of the same HEAVY restaurant cup that my immigrant great-grandfather, Augustino Cipro, used to use as a shaving mug in the early part of the last century. I am LITERALLY drinking him in…as I am drinking him in.
Goddamn…time and life are just BRILLIANT. This journey is SO MUCH more than I could have possibly hoped for or imagined:
My fearless and intrepid ancestors and all their hopes and dreams and failures and successes and tragedies and triumphs…unfurling themselves at my feet like an alluring mist from the past, swirling up and all around me, their voices whispering in my ears, “Tell our story, Daughter.”