Mulberry Street

Category: Story

Being of Italian descent, I knew Mulberry Street well. "If I'm going to die," I remember saying to myself, "at least I'll be around my own people." Ah, the crazy thoughts that went through my head!

It was in the middle of the San Gennaro Festival, and all the carts and games were covered up in the middle of Mulberry Street, lying in wait for the evening's festivities.

I found a pay phone. I called home collect and got my boyfriend (now husband) on the phone. He had been pretty worried and was glad to know that I was OK. He also filled in the missing blanks for me about what was going on. I told him that I was going to get home, somehow. I thought of the ferries, and told him that I was planning to get there and that I'd try to call him later, when I could.