I grew up on the same block as Dom Deluise. In
one of his comedy routines, he talked about the
pushcart and donkey right near his house. I’d get
a kick out of his story because I would pass that
donkey almost everyday. Well after he moved to
California, I remember seeing his mom always
sweeping the front yard. She was also very
religious and would often sit near my mom in the
church Regina Pacis which was right across the
street. Whenever Dom Deluise came back to visit
people would always see him buying vegetables
on 11th avenue. Also I went to HS with his
niece, Jean Dorio. I remember going to a party
at her house on 75th Street.