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Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Memories of my you't

Growing up in the Sault, many - if not most- of our neighbours were Italian immigrants. They were the nicest, most hospitable people you'd ever want to meet, but a one point my brother and I were largely convinced that the Italian language consisted mostly of gestures and that the vocalizations were just misdirection. I guess we weren't the only ones who thought so.


1 comment:

David Webb said...

Haha! Bobbity bibbity boo!