My fridge is 25 years old.

It does strain somewhat in the hot humid summer weather, but - like Old Man River - it keeps rolling along.

I'm just thankful it's self-defrosting. In the apartment I lived in from 1980-1985, there was a refrigerator that was probably at least 20 years old and it needed defrosting regularly (something I absolutely hated doing). I'll never forget the time I had just started to do the defrosting then unexpectedly fell asleep for around four or five hours and woke up to find over an inch of water covering my entire kitchen floor. uhwhat

Memories...

Signor V.


"For me, there's only my wife..."

"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"

"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"

"It was a grass harp... And we listened."

"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"

"No. Saints and poets, maybe... they do some."