To the Editor:
Well done, South Philly. While the Italian Festival has evolved with the rest of the ever-changing world, today it was like having a piece of the 1980s back. Growing up an Italian, in South Philly, you looked forward to the festival every year. You could flaunt who you were, where you came from.
You easily knew that George's Roast Pork was the best and that DiBruno's Abbruzze cheese was amazing and you understood why the line for an Isgro's cannoli was about two blocks long. However, as a kid in the '80s, I considered the greased pole the highlight. It was so much fun to watch all the men break each other's stones about how they would be the ones to get up there.