One of my earliest and fondest memories of brother Carmine was how easily he could get you (me!) to be his "guinea pig". He was a smooth operator. Used to confiscate our sisters' "bobby pins". He would then convince me how great they were for removing black heads. And that was no lie. One day he had me looking like a cherry tomato and in much pain, but somehow assured I was still of great helllppp!!! I love you brother and will miss you terribly, even knowing you are in good hands...