As part of our weekend ritual, I knocked on Uncle Nunzio’s front door, loaded with our favorite treats from Claudio’s on Ninth Street -- a couple of pounds of grated Locatelli cheese and our favorite specialty items — sun-dried tomatoes, marinated mushrooms and fresh mozzarella balls in olive oil and sprinkled with red pepper.
Steroids can make you happy. Steroids, even in small doses, takes away my sleep.
By the time you read this column, I will have begun a series of chemotherapy treatments that drastically reduces the chance cancer will again invade my Adonis-like body (Adonis in his late 70s if he had kept away from that wild boar — read your mythology).
I just had a thought. Practically anytime you see a man over 60 with a buff body, chances are he is either recovering from a heart attack or recuperating from cancer (incidentally I’m not claiming I have a buff body, but my weight has dropped to where I would have qualified to fight Rocky Graziano if he were still around)