Vinnie Pompa is a good man. His life is defined by relationships which exceed fifty-year commitments to family and community. His wife Marie passed away just a few weeks ago; the wake on Staten Island, was one of the most well-attended services I’ve been to.
In the yard behind his one-level brick house in Mariners Harbor, Vinnie manicures a well-spread garden of flowers and vegetables. It’s deceivingly sparse with an abundant variety. He has a longstanding connection to a nursery which lets him grow and pick the greens of his choice to replant at home.
Among the lettuces, the arugula, clean and tender from a night of fresh rain, is a mouthful of flavor. It’s peppery hot and spiced. I’ve never tasted arugula like that before.
I’ll have to stop by again and get a more detailed sampling of those garden delights.
All images made with the Polaroid Spectra Pro.
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