We had a swell time the day after Christmas by hydroplaning down to Arthur Avenue in the Bronx and joining the gang for dinner at Dominick’s. The always-crowded family style restaurant 
had long been one of favorite haunts, and though Ginny and I had not eaten there for ten years or so, we had spent many a happy evening there in the company of Anni and Greg Montaneno, Jim Noonan, Tom Manning, Mary McCartney, Holly Brubach and other friends. It was still fun. I had baked clams oregenata and flounder francese, but I should have had the veal.