I'll wave flags with a fresh haircut.

I got my second Italian haircut today. So that when I return to the states tomorrow, I'll look well-groomed. I'll visit my barber in Minnesota the day after I get back. Not for a haircut. But to show off my neat trim. The Italian barber does a good job. Better than my barber at home. I'm not complaining, mind you. They both give good haircuts. But the Italian cut is better. Makes me look more like a handsome devil. Of course, that's a judgment call. I'm also gonna wear Italian-made clothes when I board the plane at 9 in the morning. A sport coat. Shirt. Trousers. Shoes. All Italian-made. I could easily be mistaken for an Italian gentleman. I'll also be carrying a brief case. Yes, purchased and made in Italy. I'm also shopping for Italian and Sardinian flags. Which I intend to fly in my back yard. --Jim Broede