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There once was a man named Michael Salvatore Morrongiello who lived to be 95 years old. This man was very special as he was loved by people of all ages.
“Can Sal come out and play?” was not an uncommon request from the kids on the block over his 25+ years of residence. Each day he placed his chair in the usual spot where he could oversea the street’s activities. He watched kids play ball, neighbors wash their car or his beautiful garden grow.
Sal never met a stranger. He literally made friends wherever he went. He made conversations with construction workers, paperboys or folks standing in line. Pretty much everyone he came into contact with he exchanged pleasantries. It’s a trait that if more common, this world would be a better, more-friendly place.
Time was Sal’s friend until his final days. Even when his body started to betray him, his positive attitude was barely tarnished.
One of the last things I heard my grandpa say, with a big grin on his face, to his bride of almost 75 years, “Filomena - when I come home we’re going to dance all night.”
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Below is a a story written by his granddaughter Michelle:
The Mayor of Stack Drive
A little story about the biggest man on the block
There once was a man named Michael Salvatore Morrongiello who lived to be 95 years old. This man was very special as he was loved by people of all ages.
“Can Sal come out and play?” was not an uncommon request from the kids on the block over his 25+ years of residence. Each day he placed his chair in the usual spot where he could oversea the street’s activities. He watched kids play ball, neighbors wash their car or his beautiful garden grow.
Sal never met a stranger. He literally made friends wherever he went. He made conversations with construction workers, paperboys or folks standing in line. Pretty much everyone he came into contact with he exchanged pleasantries. It’s a trait that if more common, this world would be a better, more-friendly place.
Time was Sal’s friend until his final days. Even when his body started to betray him, his positive attitude was barely tarnished.
One of the last things I heard my grandpa say, with a big grin on his face, to his bride of almost 75 years, “Filomena - when I come home we’re going to dance all night.”
Sal
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