At a Children’s Museum, a machine asks for you to put in 3 letters and, after pressing a button, it spells it out for you. If you press again, it will say the word. I chose 3 letters and spelled “God” but the machine would not say it. When I rearranged the letters to spell “dog”, it not only spelled it out, it said the word and had a barking sound to go with it. The “funny” irony of it all is that the Museum is in a former Catholic Parochial School with Crucifixes still engraved on the outside of the building. This video is NOT meant to start a vicious debate; it’s only an observation. This is why the comments will be disabled for this video.
PLEASE NOTE : I rarely dress this conservatively. 14 Pictures are at the end of the Article.
My uncle, Zio Peppino, is a retired Master Tailor. Born in Italy, he started working at the “Sartoria” across the tiny street from his house at age 9 !!! At 15, he came to the United States and quickly promoted his talents. Besides owning his own, successful Tailor shop in Midtown Manhattan, he was proud to have done work for Oleg Cassini and boast a list of his own, personal clients, with big names like Anthony Quinn, John Travolta, Yoko Ono, Jake La Motta, and many more. He even was Continue reading →
Back in 2008, I was going through some tough times. I put together a very long rant about pizza and coffee, probably to distract myself from what was going on but also because I felt, and still feel, strongly about those two things. I had asked a commercial producer if Continue reading →
Everyone eats a lot for Christmas and we know Italians love to over-do feasts. But my family and extended family really exaggerate. Growing up, I would go with my immediate family to Zio Peppino’s (my father’s brother) house on Christmas Eve and to my Zia Artemisia’s (my mother’s sister) house on Christmas Day. When Zia Artemisia Continue reading →
Versatilty is very important, especialy when resources may be limited. There are many types of jackets but not all are versatile. What if you want something sporty and casual but also a little more “dressed up”? Answer : The Quilted Jacket. A quilted jacket consists of Continue reading →
Sometimes, you could learn a lot from something or someone totally opposite from you. I often ask certain people for advice or opinions that I know would probably differ from mine just to get an outside view. I am a very impatient person. Andrea Careri is not. He does not react reflexively and, in fact ,calmy Continue reading →
I often attempt, and usually fail, to get it through to my overly-social wife that people need alone time and that being around others too much can take away from much needed solitude. I do tend to have a very loquacious nature ( my moon is in Gemini ) and I do Continue reading →
Life is bizarre and full of pain. Sometimes you get what you always dreamed of, probably because you have envisioned it for years and have played it over and over in your head. I wanted a wife from Italy, believing the best come from Naples and also Salerno. Would you believe I found one that is born and raised EXACTLY IN BETWEEN BOTH Napoli and Salerno??? There are so many other things that I had to wait long and hard for, and some I have yet to get…and may never get.
Michelangelo’s Doni Tondo is a painting which has haunted me my whole Life. When I finally got to Florence in the Continue reading →
Napoleon was exiled to the picturesque island of Elba, off the Tuscan coast of Italy. After failing to kill St. John with poison, the Apostle was exiled to Patmos, a Greek Island. That was their “punishment”. So, let me get this straight. If you do what is deemed wrong, you are FORCED to spend the rest of your life on a beautiful Mediterranean island? And to make matters “worse”, you must subsist on a diet of wild vegetables, fish, sheep-milk cheeses, and wine? And your desserts are all natural, being honey-based? And you must suffer by the sea?!?! And you have minimal contact with people? If that’s the punishment for exile, who do I kill? Please, I want to be exiled. Please exile me now.
Photo is mine from Positano, Italy, close to where my mother was born and raised, close to where my wife is from, close to where I was married, and it blends into the beautiful Mediterranean Sea, where I hope to be cremated when I die and my ashes thrown into water.