D.R. Ransdell/Bad Italian Wine
Chapter One: Too Much Trouble for Wine
I decelerated when I reached the bumpy road that led from the quaint town of Borgofranco d’Ivrea to the rows of balmetti that hugged the foot of the nearby mountains. Unfortunately my parents had pawned their party house off on me. “I’m not Italian,” I’d protested, waving my arms in the air. “I’m Italian-American!” They’d given me funds to make necessary “minor” repairs. Thus I’d lef. . .
D.R. Ransdell/Bad Italian Wine
Chapter One: Too Much Trouble for Wine
I decelerated when I reached the bumpy road that led from the quaint town of Borgofranco d’Ivrea to the rows of balmetti that hugged the foot of the nearby mountains. Unfortunately my parents had pawned their party house off on me. “I’m not Italian,” I’d protested, waving my arms in the air. “I’m Italian-American!” They’d given me funds to make necessary “minor” repairs. Thus I’d lef. . .