Thanks so much for your patience these past three weeks. My father, Cosmo Passalacqua, who was 85, passed away April 18 after a two week hospitalization for a heart attack. My dad was a career transportation executive for the Department of the Army. He was very, very intelligent and funny and had a persona that was bigger than life. On the other hand, he was very straightforward and modest would not tolerate untruth or pretentiousness from anyone or anything.
He left behind a lexicon of sayings which derived from his early life growing up in Brooklyn and serving in World War II. “Feed them beans” was his favorite, along with “Bull—- me easy, I’m your pal.” After surviving bloody Omaha Beach on D-Day, he whooped it up in Paris in 1944 and then rode across France with General Patton’s Army to fight in the Battle of the Bulge. I guess that’s why he always mumbled silly French expressions around the house when I was a kid. Expressions like “Pomme do terre frites,” and “C’est la guerre.” Little did he know how profoundly he was influencing his only child, Connie, who would one day grow up and establish a French-accented soap opera magazine critical column and blog, written by one Marlena De Lacroix.
Rest in peace, beloved Dad. In so many, many ways, Marlena (that’s really moi, Connie) is your daughter.
I’ll be back in full soap mode Wednesday after the daytime Emmy nominations are announced.