Every time I visit Italy I am half-searching for my grandparents. I won't find them, they are dead now, but I'm always on the lookout for a smell, a taste, a old man in a cap, who will remind me of them. Even though they never actually lived in Italy, they taught me everything I know about being Italian.

Well, I found them, they weren't in Italy after all, they were in Boston.

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