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This from Rob Bryant via Facebook on 12/22/2024:
It is with a heavy heart that I must inform everyone that our friend Sal D'Ippolito passed away the morning of 12/21/24. He was upset that he was not able to make the 50th celebration with the rest of you. He fell into various health issues earlier this year and those issues caused others, Sadly, his body was not able to overcome them. We went though the years sharing memories of our time togther at Webster. Thank God there was no cell phones back then, He was a friend to all, He was mine for 56 years. He will be missed. He leaves a behind two sons, Anthony and Salvatore, a daughter Diane, son-in-law and grandson. Along with many friends and relatives.
I will post additional details as they become available https://stlouiscremation.com/obituaries/salvatore-sal-jackie-dippolito/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR2bo-ViHhTjLa7Vjxv1vKWXMiTS5flOW-tFyMNkDY0iA0Vz-RonL
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John Bennett
I had the opportunity to catch up with Sal at his restaurant, Parm Pasta & Sandwich Co. on Cherokee St., a few years ago.
On that day, Sal had just made a pro bono food delivery to an ailing friend. He was the nicest guy.
Kevin Michael Yahl
My sincere condolences to Sal's family and friends.
I met Sal in 5th grade at Lockwood. It's strange how some of the events in life imprint so clearly in our minds. Sal and I became friends and hung around while in grade school. I remeber clearly the first time that I went over to his house after school. He lived on Murdock just west of Shrewsbury Ave. We walked to his house after school one day horsing around and laughing as 5th graders do. Now as a kid, Sal was on the plump side and I was not much more than a toothpick. We entered his house from the back kitchen door and there was his Grandmother cooking for the daily dinner. She was from the old country and spoke hardly very little English, so when she spun around and looked at me, she started rambling on in Italian about something and Sal started to giggle. She came over to me and sat me down at a chair at the kitchen table and started putting food in front of me all the while still chattering away in Italian. Sal finally told me laughing, that she thought I was too skinny and I needed to eat more! Damn that was good food and that's probably the origin of my love for Italian food. Needless to say, I made a visit to Sal's house anytime I could although it never did put a pound on me.
I've retold that story numerous times over the years, to friends and family, as it was always a good time when you were with Sal.
We lost touch as we got older but I would always try and visit him at one of his restaurants whenever I came back to town.
I had really hoped that I would get to see him at the reunion but had no idea as to his health concerns.
Sal was one of those that was always jovial and willing to help others. The world will definaely be a lesser place without him.