Pasta Fasul

By Rosaldo Russo Allow me to begin this column by thanking the Oshawa/Central newspaper for allowing me the opportunity and access to the press. Not to many if any allow an average person like me to tell the world what I see and think. In my opinion. The Editor/Publisher is a real upstanding type of guy. He shoots from the hip and hold traditional core values. My name is Rosaldo Russo. I came to this great country to make a better life for myself and my family. I thank Canada for everything it has allowed me to do and earn. I worked construction all my life. I know the value of hard work and honesty. I remember as a boy my father always telling me to work hard and buy land. So I did. I remember days when I did not have enough to eat. I go to work... but I did not wait for hand outs. I rounded up my pride my skill and my determination to succeed and went to work. In those days the only benefits we received was the fact we were employed. Before retiring I was the owner and operator of local material supply company that allowed me to retired without worry. Now that I have time to enjoy life. I look around me and have some concern for future generations. I see that the world is finished. For the Italians reading this. You know what Pasta Fasul is all about. Most us Italians had Pasta Fasul at one time or another. For non Italian. Pasta Fasul is what we all are. Basic Italian comfort food. The most basic things in life teaches us the most important lessons. In modern times it appears that fancy dress, fancy cars and fancy talk makes a person. In reality it does not. The one’s that truly have wealth are normally the cheapest and dress the most modestly. Society treats us as if we all belong in a huge human plate of Pasta Fasul. No matter the ingredients and their individual flavors. At the end of the day we are what we are. A basic staple. Humans. When the elite disagree across borders they call on the Pasta Fasul to go fight their wars. When there is a national tragedy or catastrophe who bares the brunt of the impact the Pasta Fasul. Sure that it take more than one bean to make Pasta Fasul. And it takes many different ingredients to make it savory. Unfortunately, Pasta Fasul is just that Pasta Fasul. Numbers in a sea of numbers, awaiting for that all mighty bingo caller to pull our number and then. It is up to the gods to eat us and digest us. Transform us to a bigger plate of Pasta Fasul in some cosmic heavenly body. Government love Pasta Fasul. As they know how to feed it to us and how to manipulate our taste (opinion) our flavors (thoughts). We can simmer all we want. We can even attempt to blend in with other ingredients to make a difference. At the end we are nothing but Pasta Fasul’s on the wall. To recite/assimilate Pink Floyd . Salute. By Rosaldo Russo Allow me to begin this column by thanking the Oshawa/Central newspaper for allowing me the opportunity and access to the press. Not to many if any allow an average person like me to tell the world what I see and think. In my opinion. The Editor/Publisher is a real upstanding type of guy. He shoots from the hip and hold traditional core values. My name is Rosaldo Russo. I came to this great country to make a better life for myself and my family. I thank Canada for everything it has allowed me to do and earn. I worked construction all my life. I know the value of hard work and honesty. I remember as a boy my father always telling me to work hard and buy land. So I did. I remember days when I did not have enough to eat. I go to work... but I did not wait for hand outs. I rounded up my pride my skill and my determination to succeed and went to work. In those days the only benefits we received was the fact we were employed. Before retiring I was the owner and operator of local material supply company that allowed me to retired without worry. Now that I have time to enjoy life. I look around me and have some concern for future generations. I see that the world is finished. For the Italians reading this. You know what Pasta Fasul is all about. Most us Italians had Pasta Fasul at one time or another. For non Italian. Pasta Fasul is what we all are. Basic Italian comfort food. The most basic things in life teaches us the most important lessons. In modern times it appears that fancy dress, fancy cars and fancy talk makes a person. In reality it does not. The one’s that truly have wealth are normally the cheapest and dress the most modestly. Society treats us as if we all belong in a huge human plate of Pasta Fasul. No matter the ingredients and their individual flavors. At the end of the day we are what we are. A basic staple. Humans. When the elite disagree across borders they call on the Pasta Fasul to go fight their wars. When there is a national tragedy or catastrophe who bares the brunt of the impact the Pasta Fasul. Sure that it take more than one bean to make Pasta Fasul. And it takes many different ingredients to make it savory. Unfortunately, Pasta Fasul is just that Pasta Fasul. Numbers in a sea of numbers, awaiting for that all mighty bingo caller to pull our number and then. It is up to the gods to eat us and digest us. Transform us to a bigger plate of Pasta Fasul in some cosmic heavenly body. Government love Pasta Fasul. As they know how to feed it to us and how to manipulate our taste (opinion) our flavors (thoughts). We can simmer all we want. We can even attempt to blend in with other ingredients to make a difference. At the end we are nothing but Pasta Fasul’s on the wall. To recite/assimilate Pink Floyd . Salute.