Yesterday I get a call from my neighbor Louie as I walked in the door. "Hey Jim! Gimme a call when you get in." So, I called him to say "Whazzap?"
"Have you eaten?" Louie asks.
"Not yet," I say.
"Don't eat nuthin! Ya like chicken parmigiana?"
"Uh...yeah, I guess."
"I'll be down in twenty minutes" (click)
Louie shows up twenty minutes later carrying a styrofoam container. I let him in and he takes out this HUGE dish of pasta and chicken parmigian, waving me off as I offer to dish him up some.
"Eat" he says. (I know the Italian term for eat. It's mangia. Thinking of it causes an old memory of a meal eaten with South Philadelphia family to pop into my head. I don't think anybody can eat as much or as well as Italian's can)
I ate.
Louie is a good guy. I reflect . . . . I have good neighbors. I am happy.
We discuss his family life in Massachusetts and I learn a little bit more about him. Louie is happy. Louie's ex-wife signed some legal papers yesterday that made him somewhat of a free man.
I am reaping the benefits.
Life is good. -Jeeem-
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