Venice, Italy in 1966 on a still summer night. Arrived at our hotel by gondola in the moonlight, silently gliding down the Grand Canal...the only sound the oar of the gondolier caressing the water, creating little whirlpools on it’s surface, disturbing the image of the crescent moon reflected thereupon. I was only a 10 y/o boy and will never forget it. Couldn’t have been more perfect, more ‘romantic’. Sh’it, what a nightmare life has turned into 53 years later...unfu’ckingreal......but thanks for that memory, mom, wherever you are...thanks for taking me and my sister.