I am a bad neighbor.
It's Nice To Be Nice To The Nice
People are like coins, we have two sides.
Heads, we are good, and tails, maybe we are not so good.
Dedicated Follower of Fashion
Anyone who knows me would never call me fashionable, at all.
Just Wrap Yourself In Plastic And Go
When you think of kids’ sleigh riding, you might picture a Currier & Ives print of children innocently navigating a hill of snow.
That wasn’t use as kids.
A Mary's Husband's Pub Play: Put It All On Number Four
A play written by ChatGPT based on the Belmar stories from the ‘Conflict and Scotch’ blog written by Al DeLuise
How I Became a Chuncle
There is an old saying that states you can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family.
Well, that is not necessarily true.
Twelfth Avenue Freeze Out
New Jersey shore houses had their own personalities, similar to the hotel in The Shining, but with more sand and far less blood in the hallway.
The Romeo and Juliet of Brooklyn
We were Romeo and Juliet before we even knew who Romeo and Juliet were.
When You Say, ‘All I have to do is…’ God Laughs
Riddle me this: When is a magnet not a magnet?
When it’s a medicine cabinet.
Why This Non-Smoker Carries a Lighter
Recently, a friend who read my first book told me, “Al, I feel that you are the type of person who listens to the universe.”
It’s true, I listen to the universe. Either the universe, or intuition, or God, but I take notice.
A Christmas Carol II: Ebenezer's Revenge
Scrooge was better than his word …
Christmas Stories Over the Years
A collection of Christmas stories over the years from Conflict and Scotch
In the Name of the Father
It is no secret that I absolutely hate my name.
The irony of that is, it should not have been my name at all. It should have been my brother’s name.
Why?
It’s an Italian thing.
Don’t Look a Gift Car in the Mouth
They always say, ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’.
And I didn’t.
I did, however, look under the hood.
A Very Inappropriate Movie Night
I love movies, always have, always will.
A Very Black Friday
Why you should never drive with dogs, even if they have their license.
The Last Supper (No, Not That One)
I loved getting together with family, seeing my Grandmother, my Aunts and Uncles and especially my cousins, but when it came to the food, I was terrible.
I was an adopted loaf of white bread in a family of exquisite pastries.
How I Got Here
I don’t know a lot about my parents before I showed up; their generation was not as chatty as mine. After all, I have a blog where I write about every single stupid drunken thing I have ever done in my life—before, during, and after my marriage.
When God Is (Literally) On Your Side
When my kids were young, they all went to Catholic School—Amanda through eighth grade, Alexander through fifth, and Danny through fourth.