‘BY THE TIME YOU ARE EIGHTY YOU HAVE LEARNED EVERYTHING – YOU JUST CAN’T REMEMBER IT”
I was born eight two years ago today, on Thursday, February 21, 1935, the youngest child of my parents Paul and Mary Luvera. My sister Phyllis was the oldest and Anita was the middle child. I was born at the small hospital in Anacortes, Washington. In dad's book, An italian Immigrant's Journey, he says he had a bet with his friend Rex Stevenson that the baby (me) would be a boy and Rex said it would be a girl. The…
