Anthony Buccino's Book Chronology

Nutley Notables - The Men and Women Who Made a Memorable Impact on Our Home Town, Nutley, N.J. (2014)

This Seat Taken? Notes of a Hapless Commuter (2013)

Greetings From Belleville, New Jersey - Collected writings (2012)

Jersey City Snapshots (2012)

Martha Stewart Doesn't Live Here, Anymore and other essays (2011)

Belleville and Nutley in the Civil War (2011)

Sometimes I Swear In Italian (2011)

Yountakah Country, a Poetic View of Nutley Old and New (2010)

CANNED booted, bumped, down-sized, fired, forced out, hated, hired, jobless, laid off, let go, out of work, out-sourced, pink-slipped, terminated, sacked, unemployed  (2010)

Sixteen Inches on Center  (2010)

Retrieving Labrador Days, dog tales in prose and verse  (2010)

American Boy, Pushing Sixty  (2009)

Voices on the Bus, Train, Subway, and in My Head (2008)

One Morning in Jersey City  (2008)

Belleville Sons Honor Roll, Remembering the Men Who Paid for Our Freedom (2004/2012)

Nutley Sons Honor Roll, Remembering the Men Who Paid for Our Freedom (2004)

Rambling Round, Inside and Outside at the Same Time (2002)

Sister Dressed Me Funny (1996)

A Father's Place, an Eclectic Collection (1991)

Days You Knew Me (1976)

This Passes for Memoir

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Vacuuming My Way into Clarity

By Anthony Buccino

It’s the same story every week: “Ant, the house is all dusted. You can vacuum when you’re ready.”
“Aw, I got to vacuum the whole house,” I mutter under my breath.
When I’m ready, I grab the vacuum from the upstairs closet, plug it in and click it on. While the noise drowns out the rest of the world, I focus on specks of dust and lint challenging me to a duel they will lose.
Before I know it, my head is cleared of everyday life. My mind is fogged by memories of Mom and her Electrolux that slid on metal blades across our old rug in the four-room cold water flat.
There was that time when the neighborhood version of “Benny Miller-from-Cucamonga” tried to sell Mom a new vacuum. “Would you let your eight-year-old son pick up a handful of dirt outside and eat it?”
“Of course NOT!”
“But, Mrs. Buccino,” he said, “the rug inside your house is much worse than the dirt outside.”
Hey, I was eight. I wouldn’t eat dirt in the yard. Anymore. What was this guy talking about? ...

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