Please, bare with me. No – keep your clothes on. I mean, bear with me – although, that doesn’t look quite right either, does it? What would a gargantuan, blood-n-honey-sucking, fur-ball with razor-edged teeth have to do with anything in this context? Just sayin’…
Anyway, as I was saying, in my last post I forgot to mention an especially favourite hero of mine. Not the melted cheese covered meatball, veal, or chicken parmigiana sandwich kind of hero, although both do have an Italian connection – the one, with food – and the other, with Gioachino Rossini’s William Tell Overture – or the horsey song, as my kids used to call it. Shoot! That probably gave it away.










