Who are you?
No, really: WHO ARE YOU?
I’ll go first: I was born in Connecticut 58 short years ago to a 100% Italian mother, and what turned out to be a mutt of a father, whose ancestors hailed from Ireland, Sweden, Switzerland, France, England, Germany and Denmark. I am the product of an Italian silkworm worker (ewww), a Swedish merchant sailor who jumped ship in New York harbor, a Revolutionary War militiaman, a Swiss stoneworker turned Connecticut iron furnace smelter, a real New York Knickerbocker, a wire weaver, a barber-surgeon (again, ewww), a needle straightener, a parentless 15 year-old French immigrant, a Quaker arrested for being a Quaker, a mathematician responsible for the world’s use of the division sign (÷), and to top it all off, a New Netherlander who was charged with sharing his beer with the Native Americans via his canoe up the Hudson River, to name just a few. (Who knew I was this interesting!) I’ve been married for 32 years and live in North Carolina, and no, my bed head has not changed and I still like to blow bubbles.