I'm learning Italian, a little at a time. So far I can say my name.
Mi chiamo David.
I can say that I don't understand.
I can tell a stranger that I need a doctor.
Ho bisogno di un dottore.
Tell them where it hurts.
Mi fa male qui.
Tell someone I have a flat tire.
Ho una gomma sgonfia.
And tell a bartender when to cut me off.
I've wanted to learn Italian for years and now I'm trying, a phrase at a time. Why? I tell Jenny it's because I want to take her to Italy next year, but I have another reason. If the economy goes into the tank in a big way, I would rather be broke in Italy than broke in America. Here's one reason why:
This is the Italian idea of an afternoon TV talk show hostess. We have Rosie O'Donnell.
Not coincidentally, I'm voting today. This will be the first time in a long time my vote for president may make a difference. North Carolina a swing state? It only took eight years of George Bush and an incompetent John McCain campaign to put this state into play and some of our locals have been so skeert by years of Jesse Helms style booga booga, and the e-mails saying Obama is a muslim, that it's still not a slam dunk.
So, I'm not uncorking any champagne. I've been here before, only to wake up on that hungover Wednesday morning, my ass on fire, my guitar gone and my bank account empty.
What will I do if John McCain wins?
Barista, vorrei un vodka.
And keep 'em coming.