“Italian name?”
“My father was Italian, my mother was Irish.”
“That’s a good combination. I knew a lot of pretty girls when I was in Italy.”
“Were you there in the war?”
“I was there over a year.”
“I always wanted to travel. I guess I’d rather travel than do anything. My father, he used to tell me stories about Italy. He came from Sicily. Were you ever in Sicily?”
“Yes, I was in Sicily.”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Beautiful.”
“Must be real messed up now.”