My father was fond of saying "Nell'botti piccine -- ci sta il vino buono!"* I think he used that phrase a lot because, to put it politely, I was a short runty midget child who grew unhappily to the size of an average eleven-year-old. Whereas my sister blossomed into a tall, willowy beauty pageant winner with size 10 feet (I think Brooke Shields
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