Dad, you’ve gotta start by promising me you won’t tell Mother I asked you about this. Promise, please?
Well, me and the boys got sent out on a run down towards Italy and we ran into some terrible weather and had to land close to the town of Rimini. They got a swell beach there and since it’s almost June the people are out there when the weather’s good, enjoying themselves right there by the Adriatic Ocean. I looked it up on a map. The weather was coming in real hard from the East so we got out of there real quick and hauled ass over the beach just to watch the storm come in from the water.
Well, Dad, I’m here to tell you that when we was in the bar listening to Tommy Dorsey records and drinking some whiskeys and beer when the wind rose up real fast and suddenly all kinds of foreign people are running into the restaurant with umbrellas and sunglasses and what not, and Dad… some of them women were not wearing anything on top. I was so surprised I couldn’t say a word though some of the boys whistled. I just sat there blushing. I’ve never seen anything like it in all my borned days. And beautiful? Oh, Dad, those dark Italian beauties just about made my heart flutter and my head spin. Mamma Mia! Don’t tell Mother… promise!