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April 06, 2017


Geoff Patti, my nephew

Very cool. I really enjoyed reading this! Good stuff!

Shelley Allison

PT -

It is SO funny that you mention this because we took Ross back to school after his spring break just this past Sunday and, as we drove past the courthouse on our way through Pittsfield, Mark said "we ought to stop back in to see Paul's father's portrait sometime, since we weren't able to see it before. We won't have many more trips through here, at least not on a regular basis" (Ross graduates two months from yesterday, if you can believe it!) and I agreed that we should, but that it wouldn't be that day because it was Sunday.

When we attempted to see it a year ago, we too had to go through the metal detector and I honestly didn't think they'd let us in, given that our reason was to see your father's portrait and not anything to do with courthouse business. I didn't think they'd consider our 'museum visit' to be appropriate and they'd turn us away, but it wasn't an issue at all and, as you said, it was much like, but considerably quicker than, going through security at the airport! Easy breezy!

I believe it was Deborah who was so nice to us and took us up to the courtroom, where we peered through the windows trying to see in, without much success. They were in the process of empanelling a jury and she actually didn't say that we couldn't go in but we all agreed that it wasn't a good idea. She certainly knew your dad and the whole family, asking us if we had also known Judi. It was quite evident that she had very fond feelings for your father, in particular, but also your whole family.

Thanks so much for sending the photo of the portrait, in case we don't get to see it "live" anytime soon. We're glad to have offered you a reason to pay a visit to the Judge in his, and your, old stomping grounds!

And, Deborah is quite correct - you do look so much like your father! The portrait is proof positive!

Who says you can't go home again?!


Katherine Jones

Dear Paul,

What a wonderful discovery and retelling of the time with Ms. Capeless. Moments like this do not happen often. I am glad it did.


Suzanne Kavet

Very sweet tribute!

Christopher Huggins

I loved reading this story and learning so much more about "The Judge" who I was fortunate to know. In fact, I was part of a post dinner stroll through the North End with you and your family and witnessed the neighborhood men greeting the Judge warmly. You and I both raised our eyebrows, cocked our heads and commented to each other our surprise at how well known "the Judge" was. We were impressed. I also remember he would stay at the Colonnade Hotel in Copley Square during the week and then go back to Pittsfield each weekend. I also remember how much he adored you...even with your hippy hair, and nontraditional lifestyle so typical of the 70's. Thanks for sharing this story. Now, I would love to hear some stories like this of your wonderful sister and mother...whom I really miss, too.

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr. aka pt at large

So happy you recall this, Christopher. He sat in other jurisdictions from time to time but mostly Suffolk Superior Court where the toughest cases were being heard. He must have enjoyed the challenge. If ever he disapproved of my hippy-dom, I never felt it. Unconditional love, it went both ways. Thanks for this fond recollection.


Wow, I know Tamburello is Italian, but I just never realized how ITALIAN your roots are. What a loving memorial to your illustrious father. I enjoyed reading it.

Austin Brazee

Hi Paul,
A fitting tribute!
After he retired he would come to Harris's office almost every day to hang out. He had his own office. He became my personal attorney to consult with on any legal issue on my mind.
Shortly after having our first child our water pressure at home went down to an intolerable level. I refused to pay the bill. The town of Lee threatened to turn off the water so I paid under duress. I then took the town of Lee to small claims court under your father's tutelage.
In court Judge Barry ruled in my favor and ordered the Town to refund my water fees paid. Lee town counsel argued that small claims is to collect unpaid bills, not paid bills. Too bad, the Judge told him.
The town appealed the case to Superior Court. On the day of the trial your father came with me and sat next to me in the court room. When the Lee town counsel came in and saw who I was sitting with he got a look of distress. He immediately called me aside. How can we settle this he asked. I said I want to be refunded all my water fees! No problem, I'll take care of that and drop this suit. With that Paul and I waltzed out of court with a big smile. He was great to have around!

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr. aka pt at large

Stories like this and others that are popping up shed light on a side of my Dad that I never knew, make me smile, and admire him even more. Thanks a ton for this.

Paul A. Tamburello, Jr. aka pt at large

Austin, the "Harris" you mention is Harris Aaronson, my Pittsfield High School classmate. My dad and Harris's dad, both lawyers, were friends for years. Harris's father died in 1965 while Harris was still in law school. When Harris returned in 1966, he closed his father's office and my dad took him in in as an associate at his office at 29 Wendell Avenue. Harris's office was the conference/ library room. Harris reminded me that it was the size of a 'generous closet' but it was a start! Sometime after 1974, Harris and the late Earl Kriger, who had been our family accountant for years, bought 57 Wendell Avenue. Harris practices there to this day and has had my business for ages. Austin, who took over Mr. Kriger's business, occupies the second floor. Last week, Harris told me that he and Earl flipped a coin to see who would occupy what. Harris won the toss, has been on the first floor ever since.

Sarah Cross Mills

Oh, Paul, this is fascinating and touching. To the next to last paragraph, I'll say, The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." You just chose a different profession.

Myke Farricker

Great story! Thanks for sharing! Very impressive history!

Joanne Yeomans

What a great Dad!! And what a great tribute! Thx for sharing. Hope to see you soon.

Joe Maglitta


Beautiful piece, lovingly told. What a guy. Amazing.
I didn't know you were from Pittsfield. "Capital of the Berkshires" is how they are rebranding, I am told.

Paul Sinopoli

Wow Paul – what a great (and thorough) tribute to your Dad and our dear Uncle Paul. I was busting with both pride and awe as I read his accomplishments from such humble beginnings. I too also wondered how he was able to afford his college tuition. God knows our grandparents didn’t have any money. What I would give to have him and my parents and so many others around the table this Easter.

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