Happy Thanksgiving!

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. We wish our family members and friends in this Unique United States of America a very Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow. We certainly believe that it is one of the very few (if not the only one) celebrations that almost every U.S citizen enjoys, regardless of color, creed, social standing. The quasi-fable of some Native Americans saving the lives of the Pilgrim colony is our binding civic glue. It does not matter that the Pilgrims did not invite their benefactors to the feast. It does not matter if the latter did it out of self-interest. It doe snot matter if they never ate turkey. Small details.

Note. This image of The First Thanksgiving was taken from Wikimedia Commons.


What really matters is that this story binds us in the common American Dream. E Pluribus Unum.  Join with friends and family members to eat something and chat about your future projects. Moreover, in a dignified move of Corporate America, many store chains will remain closed to give their employees some well deserved pause. Enough with that silly consumerism that leads nowhere.

God Almighty continue blessing the citizens of this fabulous Unique United States of America.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.


Dakujem Lovely Ms. Eva!

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good afternoon. It is one of the strongest statements we have repeatedly made in our new book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague : we must thank the women that do us so much good. A small detail that shows your gratitude and affection will go thousands of miles inside their spirits.

Ms. Eva Poper, a.k.a. The Golum Charmer, is one of the paralegals of our dearest friend Sandy at Topkin and Partlow and has been in charge of “this dangerous world character” in our new career. This Slovak beauty has been providing the best legal and corporate advice in the perilous trek we’re in. Last Friday we decided to apologize for having rudely raised our voice for something she was not to blame for. What is better than sending this lady a multicolor bouquet of flowers with thank you balloons, a nice box of chocolates, a cute teddy bear and a sorrowful plea for her pardon in writing? Sniff. Sniff ( we are still crying for her)

She was so excitedly happy that she said she forgave us. Can we trust this Eastern blonde? Nahhh….

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Thank you Tabaré!

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. It has been a year already since Tabaré Vázquez, one of the very best presidents of the República Oriental del Uruguay, passed away in the middle of this protracted, awful pandemic. He is being sorely missed by the middle and lower classes of nuestro paísito, as we call our country. The day of his passing we wrote an article and put up a nice picture of his always smiling face.

We just heard in Radio Montecarlo that there will be a parade of 82 horse-mounting-gauchos in his honor, starting in the Rural del Prado and ending up in Plaza Lafone, as he was the first president to offer the possibility of collective bargaining to the thousands of humble farm peones (hired hands) who constitute the backbone of the agricultural and cattle raising parts of the export-oriented economy. One of these farm laborers just said: “with that move, he radically changed our lives for the best.”

Moreover, his administration revamped the Public Health services nationwide and it guaranteed fair access to good medical services to all the citizenry. In fact our dear Father Mario enjoyed this privilege until the end of his earthly stay and now our brother Marcel is staying in the fully revamped Hospital Maciel of Montevideo, which was built between 1781-1788 by the Spanish colonizers. It was designed by Mateo Vidal and Francisco Maciel, a wealthy merchant who contributed with part of the needed financing. Our brother has been getting top medical care and superb nursing attention for months already.

Muchas gracias a todo el personal de este ilustre centro de salud, incluyendo a su director, Dr. Dutra.

Note. This reproduction of a picture of the Hospital Maciel was taken from Wikimedia Commons.

By Hoverfish – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12315050

Que Dios Todopoderoso te tenga en su Santa Gloria, querido compañero Tabaré Vàzquez!

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Does WordPress not believe in Religious Freedom?

Dear readers, listeners and fellow bloggers:

Good afternoon. We just had a very unpleasant experience when we tried to contact WordPress to let them know that we did not want any more ads or banners from Planned Parenthood in our site. There are two reasons for our measured, polite and reasonable request to get rid of them:

a) In our website we do not want to discuss any major political or religious issue, Fertility included. Sadly, our own political and religious beliefs might separate us from other folks and we try to be as inclusive as possible by avoiding those thorny issues altogether. There is no dearth of critical issues.

b) As you may well know we are practicing Roman Catholics (except for our son Gian Luca) and we do not want to participate in any media campaign, big or small, that goes against our Church’s dogma. We respect all the religious or non-religious beliefs, but they have to respect ours too.

Unfortunately there is widespread distrust against our Church (rightly so because it had abetted the horror of priestly pedophilia abuse in its midst) that seeps all across the society, media and beyond. The Automatic employee answered us that the ad might not appear in other places and we should not worry…We do not want it to appear in any jurisdiction. Period. Is that so hard to understand?


Note. This image of our son Gian Luca was taken in front of one of the remaining sections of the Wall Of Berlin where the late Soviet Premier Leonid Brezhnev engages in furious kissing with the late First Secretary of the Republic Democratic of Germany Erick Hoenecker. Total Totalitarian Love.

That snarky dismissal of serious objections from a customer constitutes a hubris redolent of the DDR.

Is it because, in spite of their bombastic talk about good service, we’re only small potatoes for them?

Will our name be relayed to the omnipotent StasiOh…wait. A Trabant sedan has just screeched to a halt in front of our building.  We hear some hard footsteps hurrying  up our stairwell…They’re here.

There is only one tiny weeny problem. We live, work and study in the United States of America. 

A blessed country where there is free expression and practice of almost all faiths and creeds.

Let us hope that God Almighty might open the minds of these silly apprentis de sorcier to that Reality.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

The very best gift God Almighty gave us!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Yesterday November 5th was our birthday and we celebrated it with Gian Luca, our son. In the following picture we are in the central hall of Regal Lincoln Cinema, our favorite screen.

We went to watch the excellent latest film of the James Bond series, No Time to Die. We loved it! There is nothing better than to celebrate birthdays the American Way. With a big Coke and popcorn.

Thank you very much God Almighty for giving us the best gift one can ask for. Our children.

May you grant us many more birthdays to celebrate with them in good health and happy spirits.

Stay Distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.


Always in our hearts!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Our son Gian Luca has scornfully criticized us for travelling perhaps a little too much down what the dubs as Memory Lane, which is the assortment of memories we carry around. He has occasionally sneered at the assortment of small and medium sized pictures that we have displayed in the book shelf right in front where our work station is located. Here is that view:

From your left hand side to your right one, you can see the following:

a) The beautiful icon of Saint Anthony and the Black Madonna that we acquired in Saint Anthony’s cathedral in Padova many years ago.

b) A picture of our late father Mario holding our daughter Noel Marie ( I am the guy on the right) in the rooftop restaurant of the Victoria Plaza Hotel (now renamed as Ramada Inn) in Montevideo.

c) A picture of our daughter’s baby shower in the Casa Juancho restaurant in Miami, with our late grandmother Yolanda and our late mother Gladys flanking me on the right and left respectively.

d) The cross of Jesus Christ right in front of us, just in case anyone has any doubts about our faith.

These pictures do bring sweet and sour memories and a sense of longing, which is perfectly fine. We are shaped and influenced by the significant persons in our lives and the moments shared together. Right where we have been studying and writing for so many years, they inspire us to keep going.

Let us confess something. Tired of his sneering, we decided to double down a few minutes ago. We put a picture of him when he was a cute one year old and our daughter Noël Marie holding a doll.

Because for us, mothers and fathers, whether our children like it or not, they will forever be our babies.

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Dreaming of an Oktoberfest in Berlin

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Today we decided to celebrate Oktoberfest with our son Gian Luca right at home, due to the still certainly precarious and possibly duplicitous status of indoor dining in South Florida. There was a good German Beer restaurant in Miami Beach’s Lincoln Road but it could not survive through the city restrictions. Scheisse!

We are both fans of German food and beer, having both visited Deutschland to celebrate there. In fact, the Teutonic people (mostly men of course) might seem “a little bit sour and rude” to us. But here is a little secret: most Germans will become human, once they get properly soaked with beer. Not only they will become rapidly friendly and merry, but also a tad sentimental, crying included.

In the above picture you can see Gian Luca standing in front of the infamous Checkpoint Charlie.

In the following one, you can see the grafiti mural painted in a piece of the Wall of Berlin still standing, where they depicted Leonid Brezhnev, the late Premier of the USSR, and Erick Hoenecker, the late dictator of the now blissfully defunct Democratic Republic of Germany, in a sarcastic pose.

Berlin is one of the most artistically-oriented major cities of Europe, where the muses of Imagination have blissfully taken up residence after the fall of the über-repressive DDR to cleanse citizens’ spirits.

Of course we love to admire the fair blonde and red-haired Mädchen, the Austrians being the best.

Note. this image was taken from Wikimedia Commons.


(Sigh) After long, long time ago becoming a Monk of Medicine, we can only watch them from afar.

Prost! Zum wohl!

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.

Our book for £ 0.99? Bollocks!

Dear readers and fellow bloggers in the United Kingdom:

Good morning. Today at 8 AM GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) we will start a Kindle Countdown promotion of our book Emotional Frustration – the Hushed Plague with a starting price of £ 0.99 that will run in one unit increments for one week, until reaching its original list price of £ 7.29.

We could not forget the beautiful people in the UK, especially now that our dearest son Gian Luca is sporting a Mercian Regiment béret in his stand-up comedy presentations. Remember his look?

Are you saying that our fabulous book is now costing almost a third of £ 2.40, the cheapest price for a pint of Guinness beer found only in Wales? Bollocks! This is a deal that you can’t ignore, mate!!!

Make haste and punch away to get this deal right away. And if you like it, please write a review.


Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.











Salut dernier Compagnon de la Libération!

Chers lecteurs, chères lectrices, chers blogueurs, chères blogueuses:

Bon jour. Hubert Montaigne, le dernier soldat vivant de l’Ordre de la Libération est décédé le Mardi 10 Octobre à l’âge de 101 ans. Fils d’un général des troupe coloniales, il a vécu dans différents pays avant de s’inscrire à l’Académie Navale à Bordeaux. C’est là qu’il réside quand le gouvernement traitre du Maréchal Pétain signe le honteux Armistice avec l’Allemagne en 1940. Quand il apprend que les colonies françaises du Nord de l’Afrique vont rester “neutrales” pendant la guerre, il décide à 20 ans de s’embarquer dans un bateau polonais pour rejoindre le Général De Gaulle à Londres.










Note. Cette reproduction d’ Hubert Germain’s picture dréssé comme un soldat a été prise du Wikimedia Commons/ https://www.ordredelaliberation.fr/en/node/1060

Il participe activement dans la campagne du corps expéditionnaire française en Syrie et en Afrique, finallement arrivant à l’Hexagone dans le débarquement des Alliés en Provence dans l’année 1944. En 1940 De Gaulle a crée l‘ordre de la Libération “pour récompenser les personnes ou les collectivités civiles et militaires qui se seront signalées dans l’œuvre de libération de France et son empire.” Après la Légion d’Honneur, c’est le deuxième ordre national de la République Française. l’ordre est forclos depuis 1946 et seulement 1.061 on été accordées. Hubert Montaigne en a une.

Note. Cette image a été prise du Wikimedia Commons. Par Fdutil — Travail personnel, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=19854339

L’insigne de l’ordre est la Croix de Lorraine et elle porte au revers la devise en Latin Patriam servando, victoriam tulit, qui signifie: “En servant la Patrie, il a remporté la victoire.”

Salut Compagnon de la Libération!

Tes autres compagnons t’attendent dans les Champs Elysées pour faire un toast a ta santé!

Salut a tous les héros et toutes les héroïnes de la République Française!

Restez à l’écart. Restez en sécurité. Restez beaus et belles.

Qu’est ce-que vous en pensez? Dites-nous.

Ne me laissez pas seul.

Celebrating Columbus Day

Dear readers and fellow bloggers:

Good morning. Today we celebrate Columbus Day in the USA, a holiday remembering the arrival of Christopher Columbus to the New World on October 12, 1492, in a spot supposedly in Bahamas. During our childhood in Uruguay, we celebrated this holiday too in our schools and workplaces. Moreover, as proud Italian-Americans, we rejoiced in the fact that “one of own” got that distinction.

In the picture above, Gian Luca is posing in front of the most beautiful Bay of Naples…Nápule!!!!

We know that during the past few decades there has been a strong revisionist movement to erase this holiday from the calendar due to the terrible exploitation and even extermination of the various groups of Native Americans by the conquering Europeans. Eduardo Galeano, the late Uruguayan writer, wrote one of the best accounts of that genocide in Las Venas Abiertas de América Latina.

In an October 10, 2021 article in the Retropolis section of The Washington Post, Ronald G. Shafer wrote: “The first national Columbus Day was proclaimed in 1892 by Republican President Benjamin Harrison to celebrate the 4000th anniversary of Italian-born explorer Christopher Columbus supposed discovery of America…But for Harrison, it served another purpose: to help resolve a diplomatic crisis with Italy – and gain support among Italian-American voters – after rioters in New Orleans lynched 11 Italian immigrants the year before.” Clouded by the acerbic political discourse of our divided citizenry, the issue of whether to keep this holiday or not has taken inflammatory tones. At present there are several Italian- American organizations that demand a more nuanced approach.

Let us be crystal clear on this subject. We feel extremely proud of not only being Italian- Americans, but also being fluent speakers and readers of the marvelous language of Dante Alighieri, practicing the cultural parameters of the peninsula and even holding Italian passports, as the citizenship via Jus Sanguinis was bestowed upon us by our grandfather Morizio and our grandmother Yolanda.

Our daughter Noël Marie and our son Gian Luca inherited precious Italian physical/ spiritual traits.

Grazie Nonna! Grazie Nonno! Grazie Mamma!

Auguri a tutti ed tutte le concitadini Italiani ed Italiane!

Stay distant. Stay safe. Stay beautiful.

What do you think? Please tell us.

Don’t leave me alone.