Thank you, Diane.

A waitress. Named Diane. In the Canadian city of Kenora. Located on the Lake of the Woods. Made my day. By performing an act of magic. As my dear Italian true love, Cristina  and I were having breakfast. Cristina was in the doldrums. And I jokingly explained to the waitress that this early morning downcast mood was typical of Italians, especially women from Sardinia. Diane immediately picked up on the levity. Claiming she understood. Because she’s ethnic French. From a country that borders Italy. Back and forth we went. Until Cristina perked up. Smiling and laughing.  Making for the day’s most treasured moment. Even better than the magnificent scenery.  Thank you, Diane. --Jim Broede