A Little Gun Humor Italian Style !!!

[d90king]

An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he calls his grandson to his bed. "You lissin-a me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me." "But grandpa, I really don't like guns. Howzabout you leava me your Rolex watch instead." "Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business, you gonna have a beautifula wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple a bambinos. Somma day you gonna coma home and maybe find you wife inna bed with another man. Whadda you gonna do then......pointa to you watch and a say, Times Up?""

[kenhwind]

Cute
thanks for the chuckle

[d90king]

ken.., I used to spend a lot of time growing up in St Augustine. It is one of the great towns in Fla....... We had a few homes on the beach their back in the 70's and 80's.

[Rich-D]

My cousins Guido and Nunzio really appreciate that joke. In fact, they want to meet you personally. You'll know it's them, when they arrive with a Cement Truck towing a 22' Bayliner and sporting an extra anchor. :D

Ciao,
Rich

[flyfish]

Great post! I was almost getting too serious for a minute!

[d90king]

Thanks Rich I always enjoy company. :D

[kenhwind]

"Whats a matter for you Huh!"

I lived in Fort Lauderdale, grew up there when it was Cow country (Fort Liquordale)
I like St Augustine, but its growing.
When we were kids we lived upstate NY, beautiful country, smalltown USA
"Happy Easter" everybody.

[WhoaCowboy]

Ken, anywhere but NYC unless of course you are connected.

[Frank]

I love it. But who gets the old man's lupara?

[WhoaCowboy]

Frank,

Your post got me to recollecting. In the summer of "69 I traveled throughout Italy with a special trip to Sicily. My Maternal Grandmother had always spoken about how she hated polishing her Grandfather's boots. She also talked about "La Palazzo Principe" in the village. Well I found my ancestral home and stayed with my Great Aunt Rosina, my Nona"s youngest sister to whom the property had been passed down. They still used mules to go back and forth and work La Campagna. In the storage area of a separate barn building across the narrow alley on the backside of the house was a picture of my Great, Great Grandfather. He was a distinguished looking man with a long beard, very tall leather boots, wearing a waistcoat and holding a lupara. I'm told he was the Capo of the village back then. The number one man under the village Prince. The princely palace was still there across the Boulevard from the front my my ancestral row house. It had been used as a school,a medical clinic and was in the process of being remodeled. There were frescoes on the ceiling of some rooms and I brought a piece of floor tile home with me. There were also the remnants of formal gardens. What a great trip and fond memories. And yes, I wonder what happened to that lupara.

BTW you have a great first name. In the old days at a family get together If someone called out the name Frank, about ten or fifteen men would respond. You know how that naming process went. Ciao....

[d90king]

Frank,

Your post got me to recollecting. In the summer of "69 I traveled throughout Italy with a special trip to Sicily. My Maternal Grandmother had always spoken about how she hated polishing her Grandfather's boots. She also talked about "La Palazzo Principe" in the village. Well I found my ancestral home and stayed with my Great Aunt Rosina, my Nona"s youngest sister to whom the property had been passed down. They still used mules to go back and forth and work La Campagna. In the storage area of a separate barn building across the narrow alley on the backside of the house was a picture of my Great, Great Grandfather. He was a distinguished looking man with a long beard, very tall leather boots, wearing a waistcoat and holding a lupara. I'm told he was the Capo of the village back then. The number one man under the village Prince. The princely palace was still there across the Boulevard from the front my my ancestral row house. It had been used as a school,a medical clinic and was in the process of being remodeled. There were frescoes on the ceiling of some rooms and I brought a piece of floor tile home with me. There were also the remnants of formal gardens. What a great trip and fond memories. And yes, I wonder what happened to that lupara.

BTW you have a great first name. In the old days at a family get together If someone called out the name Frank, about ten or fifteen men would respond. You know how that naming process went. Ciao....
Really a great story! I am glad you were able to bring home a little piece of your heritage with you.