You won’t need to know Italian once you’ve drunk from the . . .

. . . elixer of love.

My gang in a sleepy Tuscan village. Pass the sangiovese.

About the author

Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:

https://duluthreader.com/contributors/h/84/284-harry-welty