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October 27, 2004


Brown Eyed Girl


Growing up in a community of first and second generation Americans from Sicily, I was always jealous of their spontaneous multi-generation get togethers that seemed to happen wherever they went (gas station, grocery store). They were related to everyone else in town after only one or two generations! As the established American with no Italian blood I wished that I had a huge Italian family with at least five relatives named Tony. I'm sure if you dove into your family genealogy you would find a link to nobility, notoriety or both. During my financial accounting class we were studying how one executive was being investigated for corruption...he had only recently left the family (divorce); and I hail from a strange number of governors of Arkansas.


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