In My Tribe

Big plans are being made for my sisters wedding day. We'll have a ball at the Sons of Roma Hall. First the best man makes a toast to Rocky and my sister Rose, "A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!" ` Polka, tango everyone,

The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside

(Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant) Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine Oh I've been watching and wondering why your face is changing with every line you read. For all those lines and circles, to me, a myster