It was the mid 1960s. My father, a technical representative for an aerospace company, had been assigned to work with the US Navy in Naples, Italy. Because it was to be a long stint the whole family moved with him to Naples.
The first year we lived in the actual city of Naples. However, four rambunctious American boys living in a city of apartment dwellers was not working out well. At the time of this story I was the eldest at 13 years old, Paul was 11, Mike was 10, and Jeff the youngest at 6 years old. My parents would soon have a fifth son, Mark, born while we were there.
My father found a villa to rent several Continue reading “Angels Sometimes Wear Bathing Suits”
