After Leny graduated Lewisburg and was sent to Attica for what he owed New York for molesting their trucks, and I was able to get a judge to send Leny to Tarrytown due to our father’s old age, I told him if he ever went that dead-end route again — I would not be a visitor nor would I drive anyone to see him. The future would have waiting since Leny thought he was robbing me and my father’s small savings account, that I had fought telling him if my brothers and sisters found that out they would go berserk, but after he began crying, saying he only meant to save me a long trip from the Litchfield Hills to Burywater and having to get money from his bank to pay for the ever increasing price prescriptions supported by “what’s in for me” politicians, I acquiesced, and when Leny called me as our father was dying in our modest home and asked what I was going to do with our father’s “fuken” money, I did a little white lie by making the thousand dollars become seventy thousand, saying I was going to bury it with our father, which at first got Leny to giggle and then the strange sounding laugh became a huge choking that lasted for almost a minute. I always wonder if this did not send Leny on his last job.
Jerry Vilhotti graduated from the only college that won the NIT and NCCA basketball tournaments in the same year, but more importantly than that — Jonas Salk, who helped rid some of the world of polio with his vaccine, was also given the opportunity to contribute to Mankind and graduated from the same NYC school that’s called in some circles: “The poor man's Harvard”. This and the fact that there was a place of higher learning that indeed gave every race, nationality, and creed an opportunity to play in the game of sculpting a better world gives him greater joy. He is very proud a publisher has accepted his two collections: Gods Depicting Pastime and Specs in the Eyes of Seeing.