The Lovers of Valadro

Thoughts from Dr. Joe They died young, probably during late adolescence. However by the looks of it, they were in love. Two 6,000-year-old prehistoric skeletons from the Neolithic period were found locked in an eternal embrace in Valdaro, near Verona, Italy, hidden from the eyes of humanity. It could be the oldest love story. Verona is where Shakespeare set the star-crossed lover’s tale "Romeo and Juliet." Incidentally Verona is the same area where Giuseppe Verdi set the opera Rigoletto, the story of doomed lovers. Archeologists believe the find has more emotional than scientific value. The lovers were adolescents of the Neolithic age, a formative period in the evolutionary development of society. It was during the Neolithic era when religious, societal and emotional sentiments were formed, particularly relative to family and village. Thus scientists and anthropological experts assert that the lovers’ embrace with arms and legs leave little doubt that their final connection was born out of deep sentiment. The remarkable story of the Lovers of Valdaro aligns with the aurora of love. Although we compose music, write love songs, prose and love stories we hardly scratch the surface attempting to intellectualize love’s phenomenology. Subsequently we encapsulate its mystery Read more

Channeling Father Flynn

Thoughts from Dr. Joe I first came face to face with Father Flynn in 1957; I was in the 5th grade. I had to answer for the D’s Sister Mary Judith gave me in behavior. Father told me I would hang from the flagpole at Saint Frances of Rome if I were to continue such antics. For the rest of that fall, I was his indentured servant. My servitude continued well after the fifth grade. I became his eyes and ears in the neighborhood, his muscle, and prosecuted his will in a tough Italian/Irish neighborhood in the Northeast Bronx. I was conscripted for life and couldn’t break the hold he had on me. Although Father Flynn has passed, I am linked to his memory. He was the reincarnation of Saint Ignatius Loyola and Genghis Khan. Saint Ignatius was a soldier before he found the Jesuits; Father served with the China Marines prior to ordination. It was rumored he became a priest to atone for the mayhem he cause growing up Hell’s Kitchen and what he did to the Japanese in the war. He was shrouded in mystery; that’s what made Read more


My Biography

I didn’t start out as Dr. Joe.  Oddly enough, I started out as a child. It was a long winding road in my evolution.  Some paths were good and some not.  But nevertheless one lives life    in a totality of circumstance and experience.  I guess you get what you get but really… you get what you reap!

Regardless of circumstance and experience it is the attitude that we bring to life that makes all the difference.  I learned a long time ago, “Your attitude affects your attitude.”

I was born on April 12, 1947 in a small coal town in Western Pennsylvania… Uniontown.

Dr. Joe One Day Old

By the way, my real name ain’t Dr. Joe.  It’s Joseph Mark Puglia.  I was named after Joe Alexander, my uncle and idol.

I lived in Uniontown for the first month of my life. My father hoped for greener pastures so the family moved to New York City. We lived in an apartment building which oddly enough my grandmother owned. The address is 715 East 233rd St. Bronx, New York City. We were on the corner of 233rd and White Plains Road. My father bought an Italian Deli and that would be our family business. I had a very happy childhood!

Dr. Joe's Apartment Building

Puglia's Deli Best Italian sandwiches in the world

I went to Saint Frances of Rome elementary school on Byron Ave in the Bronx. I became a great student. Other then the C’s and D’s I received in conduct, courtesy, and obeys promptly I received all A’s throughout my elementary career. I was actually the third smartest in the entire school. I was probably more of a smart ass then actually smart.

Mom, brother Fred and Dr. Joe in front of the apartment building. I'm the guy in the front with the attitude.

My life began to change when I entered the 8th grade. There, I met my nemesis, Sister Mary Dolores. She tamed the wildness in me and brought hell down from heaven more then once as she attempted to rehabilitate me. But one thing I learned under her care is that I can be anything I want to and that having a good attitude is supreme.

After I graduated from the 8th grade I attended my dream High School, Mount Saint Michael High School. My heart was in to playing sports. However I was indentured servant so I worked for my dad in the Deli. Each mourning I would rise at 6 AM and walk to the Deli by 7. Once there I would pack the bottles, milk, and bread. I would clean the store and walk a mile to school by 8 AM. My favorite subject in high school was Latin and English. I loved learning about the Romans and translating Caesar’s Gallic Wars. My English teacher, brother Raymond Landry changed my life. He introduced the world of literature to me, and I have never looked back.

In high school I boxed for the Police Athletic League. I was once a contender for the Golden Gloves but lost in the semifinals to a local rival.

My first boxing match against my brother. I'm the little guy

Besides working at my father’s Deli I worked at Yankee Stadium, the Polo Grounds, and Shea Stadium. I was a vender. I sold anything and everything, from scorecards to hot dogs. When I turn 18 I became a fabled  beer vender.

I graduated from Mount Saint Michael High School in 1965 and headed to the University of Dayton, Ohio. I loved my school and eventually I became the resident director of University Hall an all freshmen dorm.

The University of Dayton

I graduated from the University in 1969 and immediately joined the Marine Corps. After training I was commissioned a second lieutenant of Marines.

Mom and 2nd Lieutenant Puglia 1969

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