one person for each turn of the earth. one trip around the sun.
as many words as times i've taken the ride.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
54/366: Zio Vincenzo (Uncle Vince)
At the lake house, he’d take us out in the boat and let us steer. We’d ride in his convertible with the top down, burn sparklers on summer evenings. I liked their house best. But if you play cards with him, be careful. My mom says, “Vince gioca per il sangue.”
2 comments:
Even if you are blood!
Yes. At cards, he takes no prisoners.
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