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I went to the corner of Duane and Broadway to meet the courier who had a message for me.
"Sign here and print, please."
I wrote my name on the paper. He looks at it for a moment, and then looks up at me.
"Anzalone? Like Anzio?"
"Yes... somewhat similar to that?"
"During World War II, the Americans landed at an Italian town called Anzio and were shelled by the Germans for weeks!"
"I'll... try to do better...?"
The courier handed me the blueprints, laughed, and departed.
"Sign here and print, please."
I wrote my name on the paper. He looks at it for a moment, and then looks up at me.
"Anzalone? Like Anzio?"
"Yes... somewhat similar to that?"
"During World War II, the Americans landed at an Italian town called Anzio and were shelled by the Germans for weeks!"
"I'll... try to do better...?"
The courier handed me the blueprints, laughed, and departed.