I guess a good place to end my story is to go back to the beginning. It was 1955 and I was eight years old, living in Hays, a predominantly Italian community. I was an only child living with my parents on the top of Cioli's Grocery and just across the street from Russo's Cafe where my father spent a good deal of time -- LOL. On the corner all the older guys would hang out -- playing craps, singing and harmonizing. I idolized these guys, trying my best to mimic their walk,... DorrisWedding elegant styled items to wear of the wedding

Continue Reading