Sam Juliano
The following is a true story.
It was our Junior year. Pete Houlihan was, to me, the very definition of cool. He didn't know me from Adam, but I knew him. Even today I envision him eternally wearing a Peters jacket... the real-life "Fonzie" of our class.
One day, my Mom, my sister Vicki, and I were sitting in Kaezano's Pizza in Backlick shopping center, eating pizza. That paper-thin crust, fabulous pizza... I've never found anything like it in 50+ years. Suddenly, Mom got choked on a bite of pizza, and naturally she started coughing and flailing around, trying her best to dislodge whatever was blocking her windpipe.
At that very moment, Pete Houlihan entered the restaurant.
Noticing him, Vicki and I were mortified. "You're making ASS!" I sternly said to Mom, which was my crude expression for the embarrassment she was causing me. "Stop making ASS!" I repeated these words several times, increasingly desperately.
And that's the end of the story. The point is that I was willing to let my mother expire in order to look cool in front of Pete.
Epilogue: Mom recovered. We finished the pizza in silence. Mom never fully forgave Vicki and me for not helping her, as she told this story, as a way of shaming us, at many family dinners over the next 50 years. Pete is still cool, as I met him tonight at our class reunion. But he wasn't wearing a Peters jacket.
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