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Lou Santella died today in Florida.

Lou Santella

We’ve lost more than a great, gregarious Westporter.  And we’ve lost more than a beloved barber.  For years Lou was the unofficial mayor of Saugatuck.  As that storied part of town races toward redevelopment — his old Riverside Barber Shop is already closed — we’ve lost one more important link to our past.

Years ago, I wrote a “Woog’s World” column on Saugatuck.  The idea wasn’t mine; it was Lou’s.  We were talking at the Italian Festival, and he said, “You never write anything about Saugatuck.”

He was right.

He said that Saugatuck is “the real Westport — the soul of the town.”  He offered to give me a tour.  I jumped at the chance.

We started, fittingly, in his barber shop.  Gesturing broadly — with his big hands — Lou said, “No matter where they live, people from here consider Saugatuck home.”

Without pausing to think, Lou rattled off a list of families.  There were judges, policemen, teachers, contractors, firemen, restaurant owners, and everything in between.

Capasse.   Anastasia.  Luciano.  Cribari.  Giunta.  Caruso.  D’Aiuto.  Dorta.  Romano.  De Mattio.  Arciola.  De Mace.  D’Amico.  Manere.  Capuano.  Arcudi.  Melillo.  Rubino.  Caputo.  Tiberio.  Bottone.   Nazzaro.  Saviano.  Reitano.  Valiante.  Tedesco.  Gilbertie.  Nistico.

Those were his people.  We got in his big car, so he could show me his world.

Lou drove up Charles Street, where St. Anthony’s Festival once reigned every summer.  He pointed to a nondescript building.  Tucked away under the roof was a statue of Saugatuck’s patron saint.  “As far as my mother was concerned, Jesus works for St. Anthony,” Lou joked.

On Franklin Street Lou described the grape arbors, plum trees and beautiful gardens of years gone by.

Then he motioned to a parking lot.  “The house I was born in used to be here,” Lou said.  “And over there was a little grocery store.  My uncle owned it.  You could get anything there.”

Lou Santella and his wife Marge.

Every few yards brought a new story:  how the Nisticos founded the original Arrow restaurant, on the corner of Franklin and Saugatuck.  The pub that sat where Dunville’s is now.  The devastation I-95 caused when it was built.  “People had to move,” Lou noted.  “Not far, but out.”

On Saugatuck, near the Exit 17 northbound ramp, I gazed right past a green plot of land.  “I used to live there too,” Lou said quietly.

We turned onto the oddly named Dr. Gillette Circle, but I didn’t even have to ask.  “They built this when the highway came through,” Lou said.  “A lot of these houses were moved here.  Dr. Gillette was our doctor.  He was a very special man.”

And so it went.  I saw a bank branch office; Lou saw the wooden row houses that once stood there, and the fireworks that always made the firemen work overtime.  I stared at the unsightly Charles Street office complex; Lou described the store it replaced, owned by Joe Arcudi’s father.  And Luciano Park — well, it’s been in Saugatuck even longer than Lou (though the name dates “only” to the late ’60s), but Lou remembers the bocce courts there.

Our tour ended back at Lou’s barber shop.  Across the street, he explained, was the old Sons of Italy hall, and a cable grip factory.

“This is the heart and soul of Westport,” Lou repeated.  “I’m so proud I grew up here.  No doubt about it.”

I’m so proud to have taken that tour.  I’m so proud to have known Lou, to have called him a friend, and to have been able to describe his Saugatuck — in his own words, far more eloquent than mine — to the rest of Westport.

Lou’s death is more than a loss to Saugatuck, and the entire town.  It’s the end of an era we will never see again.

Grazie, Lou Santella.  Grazie.