Of all the people I’ve lost contact with over the years, I’ve regretted losing touch with Allya Canepa the most. Allya was one of Dominic’s early girlfriends. She went to Villa Duchesne.
At the time all the girls we knew went there or Rosati-Kane. I have no idea how we dirty, city rat, teen age boys ended up hanging out with these privileged Catholic high school girls but we loved it.
This was when we were all learning how to drive. Dominic got into a couple of crashes and somehow Allya helped him through the financial consequences. Dom was so rattled he wouldn’t drive or get his license for years.
One of my favorite memories is sleeping on her couch in
Allya fell from the sky through FaceBook recently. I almost wrote a post about her last year but it seemed a little gushy. Now I’m glad I waited. I reminded her about that night. She was very sweet about it.
In the early 80s Pam and I were attending an event at
This has happened to me several times in my life. I’ll run into someone, they might even have a knowing glint in their eyes and I am totally oblivious. I get a little self absorbed. A bad habit of mine I find hard to break.
I almost forgot. I wanted to name our daughter Allya but Kim thought it was too odd. We named her Chloe and at the time that was an odd name.
I grabbed a recent pic of Allya in