By Matt Bloom, Author
BEACON LOVE BITES
Bunny, our cat, puked as we drove the Palisades Parkway north toward Beacon with all our possessions in a truck not far behind. Bunny’s stomach had settled by the time we reached Main Street, but her mood darkened upon learning we’d forgotten to pack her litter box. A quick stop at Rite Aid for an aluminum tray as a temporary replacement—then on to our new home which was soon jammed with boxes and furniture.
Lightheaded with hunger by 7pm, I ordered a pizza from Brothers Trattoria. Kenny Berisha—one of the brothers—instinctively sensed my stress and exhaustion when I arrived to retrieve the pie. He handed it across the counter with a warm smile, then rested his hand on my forearm. “How you doing, pal?” he asked with genuine concern. “You okay?”
Those two questions from Kenny assured me that Beacon was indeed our new home.