I dunno where this book came from. I assume my mom gave it to me when I was a lad to help assuage my great desire to be Arthur Fonzarelli, but who knows? I may have found it myself at a bookstore or gotten it from an uncle at Christmas, and while I knew it was mostly nonsense, the guy on the cover looked a little like my father, and it was funny as hell, so it resonated with me far more than it should have.
Roots had just been on television, and lots of folks were getting in touch with their inner whatever. I had a pretty strange name to be growing up in Iowa and was a lot darker than most everyone around me, so being Italian was both the mark of Cain and a passport to immediate cool. I embraced it like a motherfucker and read that little book to death.