The Italian kid knows how to speak an international language. He came up to me on his low-slung bicycle. And spoke Italian. Being an ignoramus, I didn’t understand. I asked if he spoke English. Apparently not. So he pointed to his wrist. He wanted the time. So I pulled up my sleeve and showed him my watch. It was five minutes to three. Time for a lesson in international language. From a 12-year-old. –Jim Broede
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