What will always remind me of Mr. Carenzo is the sound of a whistle. As kids playing in our neighborhood you knew it was time to head home for dinner when you heard his whistle. It was loud and you could hear it from far away often we were of playing in the fields and woods behind our homes. We all stopped playing and ran in the direction of hour houses knowing dinner was soon. Many kids went home when the street lights went on in those days but the kids in our neighborhood went home from the sound of Mr Carenzos whistle. Too this day I can still hear his whistle when I close my eyes and think about those days. Rest In Peace Mr Carenzo! You will be missed by so many but you will live in our memories!