A Dog Named Snoopy, Peeing on Trees, Eating Meatballs
On September 27, 1966, I arrived, a blank slate, ready to be filled with knowledge and take on the world. Most of us start that way. I knew how to eat, sleep, cry, and poop. That was it! My father was American and my mom was from Naples, Italy. I have some great memories of …
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