Our story is told to us by Lou Izzo; As I make my way over the bridge coming from Jersey into Philadelphia, the vast expanse of the twi-light sky came into view, unobscured by anything man made, the sun was slowly setting, leaving a beautiful trail of colors that painted this cold crisp December night.

I take the exit that will take me into "South Philly" , and this feeling of nostalgia takes over me, I am on auto pilot as I pass through the familiar canyon like streets with the red brick houses that line it on both sides. Even though I do not live here any more, "South Philly" will always be a part of me. I am the prodigal son who has returned, to be fed and welcomed back, and to drink in unmeasurably the memories and traditions once more, I am home!

I do not need a guide or directions, these streets are etched on my very soul, there in the distance is my destination, like a beacon against the night sky is the beautiful neon sign, it may spell out "TERMINI PASTRIES" to you, but to me it says, "MEMORIES","TRADITION".