Italian Pride

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Being Italian is one of life's blessings. This WebLog has made no secret of the beauty of those origins and like anything else pertinent to the human existence it needs to be celebrated. Columbus Day ain't it. Columbus farmed himself out to Spain and Queen Isabella to plant firmly the Spanish flag in what he thought was India. Italy, at the time, was a geographic expression and home to a number of competitive kingdoms and duchies. Un bordello.

He was a navigator and a business man. That's all. Italians here and elsewhere are much more than that.

Italian-Americans are passionate beings who bring to the cultural table a rich and varied heritage. Perhaps there should be a Michelangelo Day, an Enrico Caruso Day, a Frances Cabrini Day -- hey! even a Frank Sinatra Day.

Many would even appreciate an Italian Underwear Day!

The great sound of La Springfield's greatest selling single can be heard here. It was a lush Italian pop song that she heard at the San Remo Festival. She claimed to have swooned upon hearing its Puccini-esque melody. It speaks volumes of the universality of Italy and its culture both contemporary and historical.

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