This is my Dad, Rocco. Yes, he is giving you the finger over grilled spiral sausage and hot dogs. I learned not to be embarrassed after he came to every high school basketball game and was my own personal Sicilian cursing cheerleader. I love my Dad more than anything in the world! He gave me his stomach. (That’s a weird Sicilian phrase that doesn’t translate well, but means I am a good eater.) And it’s…
