accounts he was probably a difficult man to live with. His first wife tried to kill him and she was duly committed against her will to a mental institution. Apparently my grandmother, feeling sorry for the woman, made Jimmy take her out of the mental ward and take her back to Sicily where she came from. He dropped her off with her mother and left with her passport in hand to be sure he wouldn't follow him. His second wife, my Aunt Pat put up with all sorts of hijinks, but they always seemed deeply in love. I cannot imagine how sad she must feel but when I saw her she seemed mostly in shock. Luckily her kids and grandkids are helping to keep her mind occupied and active. I remember, vaguely, a story Jimmy used to tell about the ghost who used to disturb him when he was trying to sleep as a kid in Partanna, Sicily (where my family is from). I think I've heard the story a dozen or more times from Jimmy and my other aunts and uncles, but I can never keep it straight. The thing I remember most about it was my impression that Jimmy truly believed that thing disturbing him was definitely a ghost. Somehow coming from him I didn't need to question it; in Jimmy's world anything was possible. About ten years ago, Uncle Jimmy and my father drove over to Asheville from Tennessee where they were both living at the time,