carmine no matter how much my brother and john gotti jr. loved him, was not me.at -- no matter how deb marry my mother and brother found him to be, was not me. even my brother, michael, as much is a worshiped him as a child, and still wanted to believe the best about him as an adult, despite mounting evidence to the contrary, was not me. i was the third son of a third son. debt destined for special things. my father's hope, ambition, and the small slice of himself he allowed to dream. forget about trying to get to mario cuomo, i heard one of my brother's associates say to him. he's unreachable. that was precisely why i could not forget about mario cuomo. i was drawn by the power of cuomo's intellect. integrate and persona as the a bold contradiction to the stareowtypes of italians. cuomo's visions and values were compelling to me. offering a clear pathway away from my past, chance to contribute to the greater world out there and still retain my family's love. if mario cuomo could do it, faced with a set of different challenges, like not speaking english until he