A Pittston thing

Every now and then as I write, a little voice inside is telling me something is wrong. I usually pay attention. But sometimes I don’t. And wind up paying for it.
Such was the case two weeks ago when I wrote my column about the “local legends” guest bartending event at the Red Mill Tavern. Among the legends lined up was Annarose Salvo whom I’ve known for, oh, 40 years. As I typed her name I was rather proud that I knew Annarose is one word.
Then I got the bright idea of mentioning her maiden name in parenthesis. Some people might not know her as Annarose Salvo, I thought. So I typed in Annarose (Adonizio) Salvo. Good thinking, I told myself, but something seemed strange.
That’s because something was strange.
As soon as I arrived at the Red Mill, Kathy Cunard said to me, “Good article, but you know what you did?”
“No,” I said. “What?”
“Annarose,” Kathy said, and as soon as she did it hit me.
“”Mulcahey,” I answered. “Annarose Mulcahey.”
That’s Annarose’s real maiden name. Her mother was an Adonizio and that’s what threw me off. But I should have known better. Looking back, it seemed my subconscious did.
I covered my face when Annarose arrived but she only laughed. “No problem,” she said. “I know why that happened.”
She chalked it up as a “Pittston thing,” which is exactly what it was. Sometimes we know each other a little too well.
Fortunately, my mistake did not hurt the fundraising. We had a friendly rivalry among the bartenders to see who would bring in the most tips. Annarose won. By a mile. She outdistanced the second place finisher by more than a hundred bucks.
The event drew a huge crowd and everyone had a blast just enjoying each other’s company.
That’s a Pittston thing too.

Ed Ackerman