CHARLES NICHOLAS PELL remembers how it was growing up in the Bronx, New York. It was easy. It was fun. There was always a challenge and always—yes, always—something to do and someone to do it with. He grew up as Charlie Pell and was first-generation Italian American on his father’s side and secondgeneration Italian American on his mother’s side—this according to his father, Michael, who came from a small province in Italy called Avellino in the region known as Campania. He recalled his father telling stories, sipping espresso while sitting around the dining room table, where most Italian families spent a great deal of time. He spoke with great detail and never a wasted word, waving his hands to describe the beauty in the mountains and hills, in the people, and in their culture and family values. Every story ended with his lips kissing the tips of his fingers, raising them, looking toward the sky, smiling, and saying, “Il mio cuore e bacio per due.” It was his heart and a kiss for two, his parents, who sacrificed everything for him. Charlie found out many years later that his father, when coming to this country in March 1906 at the age of twelve, had a different name: Michael Pellegrino. What Charlie didn’t know was why his father changed his name from Pellegrino to Pell and how he became one of the most powerful men in America. But there was always the rumor.