John Pente, in the springtime of his 97th year, climbed the stairs to his third-floor bedroom Friday night, and peered through the window at what he helped to create, and he saw it was good.
Below him in the street, a magnificent crowd was gathering for the opening of the ninth Little Italy film festival.
It was “Moonstruck” on this night, but it was more than that.
It was a gathering of the faithful, those who believe in the life of cities, in the importance of communities, in the joys of mingling under the stars on a summer evening.
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People should read this.
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