There was a lavender sunset out there tonight.
And earlier in the day we met the man who lobbied hard to get bocce included in the Special Olympics and succeeded. He invited us to come and play some night at the Italian-American club. Don't worry, you don't have to be an Italian. He sells a certain sandwich there for the same price he did when he opened in 1972.
He gave us a stock tip, a lifestyle recommendation, an invitation, and a history lesson in the first ten minutes we were in his store. He makes and sells various wines and names them for his relatives. Their photos are on the labels. He makes and bottles his own sodas. He makes tee-shirts and built miniature bocce courts that you can take home and play on a table top. He's not starving for ideas, this guy.
He recommends you eat at the table at least once a day with your family. All the rest is poop, he says. An ambassador of goodwill for reasons all his own. Such a rare encounter.
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