Auf Deutsch, Bitte

Guten Tag,
Wie geht es ihnen? Sehr Gut!
German, what a weird language, you know what I mean? Uncle D. speaks a little, and I
mean very little German, on account of four years of High school language classes back
in the day. I took four years but spent one year in the hall or in the deans office,you
know what I mean? The last two years of class was all in German, no English........
fuggetaboudit. If I wasn't asleep with my head on the desk, anytime the teacher asked
me a direct question, all I could reply was, Ich weiss es nicht genau( I don't know
that now). I really can't remember how I got through four years of that? Whattaya
gonna do?
On another note, this is the forty yr. reunion for my graduating class, class of 71.
Uncle Donnie could care less and probably will not be attending again,since I chose
not to attend the earlier reunions. O.K. maybe D. is a jerk, but I can live with that,
capisci mi?
Hey, I gotta scoot. Gotta go get some groceries, on account of I'm makin dinner tonight.

Auf wiedersehen,
Uncle Dieter(I mean Donnie)

Coupla more gangster flcks for you:
St. Valentines Day Massacre
C'era Una Voila In America( Once Upon a Time In America)
Mickey Blue Eyes
The Last Don(Mario Puzo)
Bugsy

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

So what if Uncle D. lived in Russia? Youse would be calling me Uncle Dimitri,or Uncle Vanya or something like that, right? If I was from Germany, I would be Uncle Dieter; if
from Spain I would be Uncle Diego,or howsabout in Italy where Uncle Dante or Uncle
Dominic might work, right? Ting is, no matter where I lived, nobody, and I mean nobody would know me as Uncle Dipstick,or Uncle Dumbshrimp or Uncle Dirtbag,or Dufus ,or Dillweed or Dimwit, you know what I mean? This would demonstrate a serious lack of respect, and I would look ridiculous, and a man in my position cannot afford to be made
to look ridiculous!(producer Jack Woltz to Tom Higgins, The Godfather)
I'm just sayin.
Anyways, my youngest daughter, and former editor, just got back from seeing the last
installment of the Harry Potter series, and Marone, enough of the snakes and the goblins
and the the guy what had no nose already. For awhile, I thought I was back in Detroit,
capisci mi?
Did youse know that Harry had a french half-brother name Enrie Potier? Me neither!
Yeah, and I guess it caused quite a stir with the author to.
Whattayagonnado?
Uncle Donnie

Il riso e la migliore medicina

So Uncle Donnie went to buy a new pair of work boots and ended up at REI, which stands
for really expensive items. It was there that I learned that I could not afford to start
hiking, on account of a pair of boots were the equivalent of the cost of a small used car. Three hundred clams, fuggetaboudit. Maybe if could hike naked,which I could do
fairly cheaply, then I could afford the boots, you know what I mean? Who is gonna want to go hiking with a naked guy with very nice boots? Not even my trophy wife Betty would
go with me! I mean, don't we tell our kids, don't go hiking with any naked person with
very expensive boots? Don't we have to draw the line somewhere, and aren't their places
designated for naked hikers wearing very expensive boots from REI?
I gotta laugh outta my good friend Takashi, he ain't no fugazi Woods, otherwise known as
the Japanese human ATM machine. We were playing cards and out of the blue he says he
feels like he is an ATM machine for his kids. Uncle D. laughed pretty hard at that one.
Cha-ching cha-ching here that cash register sing! He is the automatic Takashi machine!
Il riso e la migliore medicina......
Laughter is the best medicine.....
Sayonara,
D.

Sinatra or Mathis

In the wee small hours of the morning,
while the whole wide world is fast asleep.
You lie awake and think about the girl.
and never even think of counting sheep.
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson,
you'd be hers if only she would call.
In the wee small hours of the morning,
thats the time you miss her most of all.
Everybody who is anybody has covered this lovely song. My two favorites, as you might
easily guess, would be Sinatra and Mathis,with Tony Bennett,a distant third.
Singing is good! I'm pretty sure Jesus wants us to sing, you know what I mean?
Franks treatment of this particular tune is probably a little better than Johnnies; and
thats saying alot, on account of Uncle D. has always been partial to Mr. Mathis. If you
were to ask my trophy wife Betty, Say Betty, whats your favorite Mathis tune? Betty
would say, they are all my favorites; she has got such a great taste for music, you
know what I mean?
We went to see Mathis twice in concert; once with Bug who was the youngest person in
the auditorium, and once with my mother who was the happiest person in the auditorium.
Say it loud and its like music playing,
Say it soft and its almost like praying(Maria,from West side Story)
Singing is one of those great ing words!
Ciao
D.