Italians can teach us something.

I met a pharmacist the other day. In Sardinia. And I liked him. Because my true love told me he knew how to treat her mother. Royally. And with affection. ‘Whenever he’d see my mother passing by, he’d come outside and give her a big hug and a kiss,’ she said. ‘She was his teacher in elementary school.’ And I thought, wasn’t that nice. Maybe the Italians can teach us something. –Jim Broede