Larry Picarello is an Italian-American sixty-four year old overgrown snot-nosed kid from Brooklyn, New York, raised in the Catholic tradition who lives in suburban New Jersey and could never decide whether he was a Hitter or a Hippie. He has been married for thirty-five years and has two unmarried children in their mid-twenties who often shop and do their banking at Mom and Dad’s Convenience Store and ATM. He and his wife could not be more proud of them as people. He worked ten years in social services and thirty years in administration of financial services. He now does travel work and plays with words.
He despises those labels above, and has often fought desperately against them. However, he reluctantly admits they have formed his craziness for the good and the bad of it. He used to like to say he searched for truth, but now laughs at such pomposity. He spins a decent story, and, occasionally, some glimmer of clarity appears. Conversely, to say he is not obsessed with the theme of hope and man’s ability to rise above the urge to selfishness would be to say he doesn’t breath. He actually believes salvation and redemption from negativity are not reserved for the prophets, but are available to all of us if we only ask.
Whether or not publication is in his future is unknown at this point. Larry doesn’t invest much energy in that effort, but sure wouldn’t be upset with an offer. Till then he will just have some fun when the spirit moves him, and seek some inner perspective in his writing. It is mostly just great fun.