My cousin was my hero. I was in the 1st or 2nd grade.I had just gotten glasses and was walking home from PS 76 with my violin my father made to learn. I used to sneak downstairs to watch the late, late show with my Aunt Franny on school nites so already I was upset with my look. I'm walking and out of nowhere a 6th grade boy on a bike hit me in the head I went flying- glasses, violin in the air. Bruised & bloodied I cried all the way home.Joey saw me and said I'm walking you home. Next day, as we walked, the bully drove by us on the sidewalk. I yelled that him. Joey picked him up by the neck, his bike fell to the ground. He smacked him around a couple times in the face, told him what a big man he was for picking on a little girl, smacked him a couple more times and told him what he would do if he touched me again. That kid took a new route I think. Talk about a Hollywood ending! I was and am grateful he was my cousin. I'll never forget Rest In Peace Joey Love, Ann Marie (Alessi)
Eric, Joey, and Families,
We are so very sorry to hear of Uncle Joe’s passing. Uncle Joe and Aunt Norma will be in our hearts and memories forever. Thinking of you so much and really wish we could all be there together with you.
With love from your Minnesota Family,
Uncle Ron, Aunt Lin, Chip, Tracy, Jodi, Kelly, Kayla & Families