The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed Albert Rappa, my uncle, at my house. He has grey fluffy hair with a matching beard and was a wearing a shirt that read, “Leave the gun, take the cannoli’s.”  He told me a lot of things I didn’t know before about his life as we sat at my wooden dining room table probably ingesting some of his patchouli scented cologne. This specific memory was just a random tangent in response to, “Who’s a person in your life that can make you laugh the most.” Albert and Willie have been great friends for at least thirty years now.

Albert strides into Stephen Starr’s new restaurant with his wife, Jackie, in one arm and his own twelve-string guitar in his other. He searches the room to find his best friend, Willie, walking towards him. His black curly hair is flopping with each step, with his arm stretched out. Willie takes the twelve-string guitar confidently into his arms.

“Thank you, Al! Planning on changing your strings soon?” Willie says walking backwards with his lips pressed together, holding back a laugh.

Albert chuckles through his friends predictably confusing remark and turns to Jackie, “I’m not sure what that means; this should be interesting. He only knows one chord.” They take their seat at a large round table in the back of the restaurant which has already filled with their closest friends. As a plethora of drinks are ordered for the table, Willie hits the stage. Albert quizzically watches Willie put his twelve-string guitar on a stand to the right of him.

Albert lets out a full belly laugh when Willie tells the story of his mother running with Pagans. “...and I come home to ten motorcycles on my front lawn and Pagans passed out in my living room!” Captivated by his best friend’s comedy, Albert forgets his own guitar is on stage.

The laughter eventually calms down and Willie reaches to his right.

“Now time for my musical bit.”

Albert sits up straight in anticipation for what’s to come. He hears the familiar sound of the chord Albert had just taught Willie earlier that day. Albert chuckles as Willie plays the same chord over and over again. Willie looks down in frustration, “There are too many damn strings on this thing!” Like Mary Poppins, he dramatically reaches into the bag with him on stage and pulls out cutting pliers. Alberts shock turns to laughter with each snip of the wire cutters.

Ping ping ping ping.

Albert thinks to himself as he looks around the room to see everyone cracking up.

 “Ya gotta love Willie” 

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1970s
Philadelphia, PA

I interviewed Albert Rappa, my uncle, at my house. He has grey fluffy hair with a matching beard and was a wearing a shirt that read, “Leave the gun, take the cannoli’s.” He told me a lot of things I didn’t know before about his life as we sat at my wooden dining room table probably ingesting some of his patchouli scented cologne. This specific memory was just a random tangent in response to, “Who’s a person in your life that can make you laugh the most.” Albert and Willie have been great friends for at least thirty years now.

Decade: 1970s
Rating: 1
Recorded by Katie Innamorato on December 7, 2017
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