The last in-tact photo from my wedding. It was put into this family book I was making well before the separation and subsequent divorce, and as such left the house with me before my ex-wife ripped each and every one of our photos to shreads (and left them for me with a 6 page handwritten note). Honestly I do not blame her (don't get me wrong I was never unfaithful with man or woman) but that's another post. The old man to my left is the miserable piece of shite known as Nono Farina. Horrible man, no I mean it, about as evil as a human being can be and still remain mortal. I guess I should be a bit more sympathetic. He grew up during the depression, his mother hacked his father to death with a hatchet when he was 6 (no really she did, read this post all about it). I am not sympathetic however, this guy was bad news, and it's kind of funny how it really comes through in this pic. Oh and if you are wondering what the pen marks through my ex wife's face are, well lets just say my older son liked to play with photo albums when mommy and daddy were not looking.. :)

here we are less than a year (she was three months pregnant in that wedding pic above) later with my first born Stevie... That's Grammy and Nono Bianco (To differentiate him from Nono Monster mentioned earlier in this post). Yea ok my grandfather was a business man in the Tobacco Industry and so that is a Marlboro shirt I am wearing...