when things will happen.  In my Chicken Soup blog, I mentioned that I had family in Queens and Brooklyn.  My mom was raised in Brooklyn, during the days of prohibition.  She could tell some stories.  Big black cars going into a funeral home, when there was no funeral…but that’s for another time.  Her maiden name was “Peluso” and she came from a large Neapolitan family.  Most of her brothers and all of her sisters moved to Queens, to raise their families. ( Quick geography lesson.  Queens and Brooklyn are two of the five NYC boroughs on Long Island. Queens, being the largest.) My uncle Salvatore,(“Sal” for short), stayed in Brooklyn.  He and my Aunt Josephine had two girls, Loretta and Geraldine, both older than me. I didn’t get to see them very often, but I always remember how much I enjoyed being with them.  I was always especially fond of my cousin, Loretta.  Over the years, and my thousands of miles of vagabonding, (Ma used to call me “the gypsy”), we lost touch.  They, however stayed in Queens. I am happy to say that this morning, I received an email from Loretta! You just never know when someone you love comes back into your life. Loretta! Stay in touch! Love you!