Gregg Zelasko
As a typical teenager, I thought I knew it all. Now looking back on it, it is amazing how little I really knew. But at least I knew this...Arch St., Jeff and Mrs. Owens were always there. Mrs. Owens welcomed us, fed us, laughed with us, (and I'm sure laughed at us), inspired us and advised us, and always with kindness and genuine concern. And always with a smile.
I now suspect that, in some small corner of heaven, at the end of every day, there are a bunch of saints and angels who gather together, talk sports and a little smack, listen to "Midnight Train to Georgia" or an Al Green tune, and eat the best johnny marzetti that place has ever seen.
God bless you Mrs. Owens, and God bless your family.
Gregg Zelasko