I did not know a single liberal among street guys growing up in Italian Harlem. As a matter of fact we were all prejudiced.

Parents as well my brother saw some Spanish girl he wanted to bang. So she asks him for our number he gives it to us. Then she calls the house asking for my brother. Ma picks up the phone and she could tell the girl was spanish. She tells the girl no Ralph does not live here any more so don't call here again. I hear tge call and Ralph heard the end of it we both crack up. But Ma was mad at Ralph no ravioli for him that night.

Correction there was one famous one Burt Lancaster.