I told another poster, who said I was erratic sometimes, I’m the craziest Italian American in a neighborhood chock full of ones.
I could tell you stories that would probably not be believed and rival some Goodfellas scenes.
But I have a big heart and if any FReeper came to NYC they could come visit and have a great big Italian meal prepared by me and my mother :) she’s only 82. Wife cooks decently too :)
I played a lot of golf with a half Italian and half Polish ancestry American. He was in our regular foursome every Sunday morning. Very nice person and a good golfer, but had an erratic temper. One time he hit a bad shot, and then threw that club as hard as he could. Funny thing was it got stuck in a very tall tree. There was no way we could retrieve it. Another time he hit a bad chip, and the slammed his golf bag with that club. The club head broke off. Later on he pulls out another club from the bag to use. You guessed it, it was bent! But like I said, he was a nice person and we loved playing golf with him.
But I have a big heart and if any FReeper came to NYC they could come visit and have a great big Italian meal prepared by me and my mother :) she’s only 82. Wife cooks decently too :)
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Ah, MAN. Wish I’d known that last year when I was living in NYC. It would have been a blessed escape from the curse of instant noodles day in and day out.