Last Night

Only somewhat related to Big Night, the 1990’s
Italian-American movie set on the Jersey shore,

Last night was the end of an era for all of us
at L’Osteria del Trivio. Every trip from the start

The place has been like a second home almost
with insider jokes, medical scares, and prolific

displays of affection. This morning we return,
intent on holding back tears, to celebrate their

retirement: una bellissima sciarpa for Mirella,
a thoughtful (and yet funny) card for Umberto.

Dove mangeria domenica prossima?” jokester asks.
Non lo so,” the only good Italian student answers.

Even though we have not made plans, still there are
memories—misty colored ones—of the way we were.

>: Just a random sampling of those wonderful times, since
words falter and fail (as often as not) to express our hearts:

02 Tuesday Sept 2014: La Cucina

08 Monday Sept 2014: You Know You’re in Italy When

28 Sunday Sept 2014: A Real Anniversary Feast

Easy Walking

My wife says she wants “a Harley.”
I don’t think she means a chopper.

In the RhymeZone of Spaghetti

On last Monday (the 23rd), we hit the road to Rieti,
a city and comune in Lazio, the province best known
since all their highways lead to Rome. A morning sun
turned on us after lunch. Two cats and a dog caught in
a downpour, awaiting our hero with his electric chariot.

Before the deluge, there has been lots of sites to see:
1a) Cathedral from a distance; from the crypt
2a) Cathedral close up; in a long shot
3a) Remains of old Roman bridge; along the Velino River
4a) This Old Church: a shrine to books; important sign ahead
5a) Inside La Trattoria
6a) Gardens of Palazzo Vicentini; our hero heading off for the car







Too Tried To Shop

Too tired (and too broke) to forage:
Yet the wife and I somehow manage

To hobble a short way down the Corso
& cobble together Euros for each torso.

A Short Cut in Time

Between a comic opera at Teatro Nuovo
and a field trip to Charlotte so long ago

there ought to be a lasting connection.
And yet all I have is a faulty recollection

of Professor Rupert Barber, whose class
in theatre appreciation I failed to “Ace.”

Clear memory remains: he’d schlep us off
to any Queen City curtain call of Chekhov,

Broadway show or (8th wonder to behold?)
an operatic romp like The Barber of Seville.

So I guess that means I have come full circle:
shaved by a barber, twice blessed by a miracle.

Joined by fiends, both near and far, for an entertaining show.

On a Special Date

Come sempre, of course, condividiamo.

Or, to make clear the way our anniversary’s
done in Italian, I transpose riddling into verse:

“As always, certo, we share” (each course):


You Can’t Get There From the Station

Trevi, tempting despite its absent fountain,
sits high on a hill this side of the mountain.

One of the closest towns on the train line,
it’s unreachable: too far from the station!

So the choice for our 1st road trip’s a natural.
Perhaps some of the pics may prove archival.








Guys and Gals: Opening Night

Two by two into the ark of the flood
of (naturally) amazingly good food:

Healthy choices for the fairer sex;
Hearty fare for their loyal subjects.

Catching Up (On More Than a Week’s Worth of Posts)

Sabato (the 21st): Arrivano i nostri amici

Domenica (the 22nd): Viaggiamo in macchina

     Later that evening: A Shortcut in Time

Lunedì (the 23rd): Viaggiamo in macchina 2

Martedi (the 24th): Troppo stanco per fare acquisti

Mercoledì (the 25th): Troppa pioggia per fare una passeggiata

Giovedì (the 26th): Limitato al lavoro domestico

Venerdi (the 27th): Passeggiata per cani

Sabato (the 28th): Anniversario di matrimonio

Birds in a Cage

A fat one sits still and sings.
A tiny one, perched, swings,

While the other one flits about.
Which knows what post’s about?