I went to get my pÃ£o na chapa (toasted bread) this morning just after 10 a.m., and when I walked up the counter to pay, Esther, the checkout clerk, said, “Bon jiorno”, or however it’s spelled in Italian.
I looked around and said I didn’t know we’d changed countries. Besides, I told her, “I only know two languages.”
I don’t know if she’s one of the many, many Italian descendents in SÃ£o Paulo. She’s certainly not one of the Japanese descendents. …
Oh, friend Richard sent the cartoon today. He’s a Frank and Ernest fan. Me, too.