My sweet Italian neighbors celebrated Columbus Day

I love my neighbors. They fly their Italian flag once a year. They were both born in Italy, and came over as children to joint the large community of Italians in our town. They raised their family on our street. He is a veteran and retired from the railroad. She worked years at the Friendly's restaurant down the street.
When I went to ask them to pose with the flag, she was making a lunch of salami, roasted peppers and provolone sandwiches.