Art is my son in law.
He lives with my daughter Melanie in Montreal.
And above all, Art is Italian. No matter where he lives, Italy is his ancestral home and he supports Roma and he digs strong espresso and telling waiters in Italian restaurants how he wants his Prosciutto prepared in fluent Italian. And he digs biting into real buffalo mozzarella and feeling the milk drool down his chin… and most of all, he digs going back to his ancestral town of Ventosa outside of Cassino in southern Italy and showing his dad in law first hand and and in person, and emphatically, how his family’s history made him the amazing guy he is today.
This picture was taken of Art in the yard of the home that was his father’s family home since the beginning of time. His pride shows in his face, and that’s why I dig this portrait of him even though he’s gonna kick my butt for posting it and ask me why I didn’t just do a nice one of him cuddling my daughter.
Sorry Art, it just comes with the package.
You are art. Whether you dig it or not.
Massive Italian style hugs 2U!