they had to hold them up with one of their hands since they either could not afford or forgot to put on a belt.
It also sounded like the place would be full of like-minded religious people and it was new.
They were the envy of all in the small Italian village of Pissaccotta. They were the first not to be born in the village and the first to travel more than fifty kilometers. The saying in town was, “Everything we need is here in Pissaccotta!”
Pissaccotta was a small town, barely out of the village stage. One main street that was hard packed dirt with six side streets also packed dirt, along these hard packed streets lived a majority of the population, mostly single story homes with a roof for the chickens and small back yard for the pigs. In the short winter, the pigs stayed inside to avoid gaining to much fat—this limited their sale ability. The town was known for its pork products and pork by-products such as “Pissa Good Soap, “Pissa Good Pigs Ears,” and “Pissa Good Tongue.” Their Pissa Good products were well-known for miles around.
Yet Luigi and Guido felt they had to leave; they were on their way to fame and fortune in America. It certainly seemed like a good idea at that time.
“Go America, you will find your fortunes and wives. Get rich, send money, we come see you!’’ It was a constant conversation at the dinner table with their parents, relatives, and locals.
To prepare for the trip and before three days of hitchhiking to the Port of Naples seventy-five miles away, they did a little research by talking to their parents, relatives, and mainly the good people in the small village of Pissaccotta.
Of course, none had traveled beyond the area, yet in true Italian fashion, all had an opinion.
Their friends from BUNY told them to dress like them to help them fit in better. They, as an act of courtesy, swapped a pair of their pants for a bucket of pork jowls.
When they arrived in Newark, the bros told them to take the number 9G bus from the port and get off at the end for their old neighborhood on Kennington Court and ask for Realitty.
Realitty would help them out for a few days while they found jobs. They said there were a lot of jobs since most people preferred receiving government money rather than work for it. They were now committed to their journey to become rich. All they had to do was find a way to this port the bros spoke of. Since there was only one car and a very used truck in Pissaccotta, they only had one way to get to the Port of Salerno—by thumb.
They never had to hitchhike before, so they asked the bros who told them to look respectable next to the road and let the drivers see that you don’t have any guns or knives.
“Be courteous, and when you got close to where you are going, ask if they have extra money to help with your journey. When you do, glare at them and look drugged out to make sure they would get extra.”
Luigi and Guido, not really understanding this, gave it their best shot with the thumbs out, and after a long journey, they made it to the port. Most of the rides in were the back of pickup trucks on their way to market.
The rides were mostly nice people and truckers. Many knew of their parents and had interesting things to say:
“I heard that they give the best rub jobs of anyone in Italy!”
“I heard that she couldn’t dance a jig if one was standing in front of her!”
“Is it true that the faster she dances, the faster he rubs?”
The twins were totally lost in this conversation, not understanding the humor. They laughed alone with the driver since they felt it was good manners. They tried the bros’ stare method and picked up a little extra money, typically given to them by very nervous drivers.
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