IT'S MARCH 16TH, THERE'S A SNOW STORM, I WAS BORED, DID A GOOGLE SEARCH OF MY DECEASED DAD.

AT THE AGE OF 46, I'M STILL IN QUESTION AND DEEPLY SADDENED AND BOTHERED BY THAT "ONE NIGHT."

YOU KNOW, THE TRAGEDY DIDN'T END HERE. TEN MONTHS LATER MY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BROTHER WAS SHOT TO DEATH IN OUR BROOKLYN HOME BY HIS GIRLFRIEND FROM CORONA.

AGAIN NO QUESTIONS, NO ANSWERS. ALL I KNOW IS THAT IT NEVER WENT TO GRAND JURY AND SHE WAS ENGAGED IN LESS THAN A YEAR.

AT LEAST THERE WAS SOME SORT OF JUSTICE WITH THE DETECTIVE KILLING MY DAD'S KILLER EVEN IF IT WAS TO SAVE HIS OWN LIFE.

MY BROTHER'S DEATH CAME AT A TIME WHEN WE WERE STILL MOURNING. IT SHOCKED A COMMUNITY AND LEFT US FOREVER UNCERTAIN AND ALWAYS IN QUESTION.

Thanks for writng. Sorry if I touched a sore spot raking up old memories, but it's all part of New York history. It was a bad year for your family. I guess Zingale was just a maniac, like that guy in the Village the other night. But if you ever did learn anything about his motive, I'd like to hear it. In the meantime, stay well and good luck.

M.W.