Several Evernight authors are banding together for a yearlong weekly blog challenge that takes place every Thursday. Each week we'll tackle a new topic. Our tag is #evernighties
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was four years old. It had been only two years since we'd left Italy for America. We were all still living in Chicago, many of us on Taylor Street. Little Italy, as it's still referred to today.
I was clinging to my mother, it was dark out and she was calling out to my grandmother Rosa, my father's mother. Several other relatives were with us. The gate to my grandmother's apartment building was locked. Why were we there? There was a fire at our apartment building.
My father and my other male relatives had urged the women and children out while they stayed behind. What were the menfolk doing? Playing poker. Apparently they didn't consider the fire "bad enough" yet and wanted to play another round or hand before calling the fire department. Men.
Until next Thursday...