Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....The Barber of Sciacca!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... The Barber of Sciacca.




The Barber.




A Barber of Sciacca, Sicilia, son of a Barber got SENT to America, New York City, United States of America, where the streets were paved with GOLD, every Jewish Boys dream FOUND in Cohen musical compositions, ALL those kids in the LOWER EAST SIDE under the shadow of Battery Park, the fiscal ENGINE of lower Manhattan, Nero-economy.
or Piano-forte-SNIP-SNIP!
….Manhattan-Skyline.


Another Barber of Sciacca, Sicilia, son of a Barber. As a KID, WW2, my family, in SICILY,  like MOST families! ARMIES would break into our house and STEAL OUR FOOD. Retreating ARMIES, ADVANCING Armies. We had to BURY what little food we had. My Mamma. My Sistas. I was the MAN. POST-WAR....In the 60-s, thru a distant Uncle, I emigrated to NEW YORK. A Kid-Barber! Cogniscent of imment Starvation. Lean Minnestrone for my kid Sistas!


In NEW YORK I cut Hair there. Then I came back to SICILY to take care care of my Kids...and Theirs. My YO!!!...I signed away my Heritage in a Vino and a Song.
My brothers Calogero and Nicola. They still both have Farm-holdings here in Siciliy….My Barber Shop. A Rental. I don-t care. Another day as Usual....SNIP-SNIP!.....Sciacca, sicily...I have a beautiful WIFE and Kids. Respecto! I am the BARBER of Sicilia....mi Canzone, MY SONG!




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