Reply #42: One can only hope!

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Now if his mother would just beat him a little more often. Oh, okay no wait, that's Irish...

You know, that reminds me, my mother is from Boston, and she grew up knowing racial issues between Irish and Italians. Believe that? Now, to me, that was bizzare. I had no idea, and I don't know enough about Boston to know if it's even still like that. I guess it was being immigrants, and competition pressures on both of them? I don't know.

It was cute, because when she told me about that, she remembered how fun it was, as a kid when she visted friends from big Itallian or Jewish families. She said, sometimes, it really was like a happy family dinner commercial, and coming from a small home, that it was great. Fun. Loud! I still remember her telling me about that.

I don't know how I feel about a mother being superior to a wife. I know I hope my boys always listen to me. But, then again, I'm always the type of person to not give much choice. Well, it won't always be my choice though, I have to remember that.