My brother, my friend.

Shared by Carmela Di Re on January 20, 2016

My brother was older and always protected me.  Once we went to the Murray the Kay Sow at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem to see Jay and the Americans, a Dusty Springfield, Leslie Gore, etc.  some girls were sitting in front of us and when the show was over, they accused me of stealing their album that they gave out.  I explained that I was holding Cosmo's but they wouldn't believe me and my brother, my hero stepped right in and protected me.  I miss him every day and wish he was still here with us.

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