Gilda Radnor, in her alter-ego state of Rosanna-danna, so famously said, "It's always something!"   And she was so, so right.   Anyone with children and grandchildren knows just what I mean.  Is this the real reason we retire?  Nothing to do with age; nothing to do with being sick of working?   Our families need us.  It's a good feeing, but sometimes, well......hmmm; can't think of just the right word here, so I'll stick with 'interesting.'  

    Anyway, I am now on the search for materials to prove that my grandfather was born in Italy, never became a U.S. citizen, my father was born to him and my grandmother.  Because the grands remained citizens of Italy,  we all, the decendents,  qualify for Italian passports.   Wow!  Who knew?   In the normal course of life, this wouldn't really matter to me.  Suddenly it does, not for me personally, but for Christina, whose work Visa was denied in France.   If she can get an Italian passport, she can stay in Europe as long as she likes because of the EU agreements.   As it is, there are severe limitations on how long she can be in France, and those plane tickets back and forth to NYC are killing her.  Since she works in Paris, this is a royal pain.   So wish us luck!!

 

   Now about those Yankees:  HOORAY!    What an exciting series;  I loved watching it; loved the quality of play.   My only 'but' is for the spitting. Honestly, you'd think the team names were Camels and Cobras.  Do they not know how disgusting they look doing this?  Maybe they know but don't care?   Does it somehow relax them, all that chewing and spit, spit, spitting?   Yuck.  Putting that aside,  it was wonderful to see the Yankees win their 27th title.   Way to go, guys.