The first time I knew that was when Rizzuto's son died and the young one, who was at the church, made a comment that he was a good person.
You know, the members of the Italian community all know each other. If you make easy connections, you could say that so-and-so knows so-and-so, and tarnish a lot of reputations. These people came with their families. Italians lived next door to me. There were 20 of them in a five-unit building. They all lived together. They knew each other. I don't know what they do among themselves.