July 8, 1990 |
Italy has me moonstruck. There is more than mere inanimate beauty here, more than just statuary of rippling-muscled men and canvas portraits of ripe, round women. There are flesh-and-blood Italian people, very much alive, offering you a helping hand when not needing it to converse, pointing a finger toward a breathtakingly beautiful spire or steeple when not using it to pick your pocket.
June 19, 1990 |
The sun shines most of the time. What rain there is brings a welcome cool. In the late, lazy afternoons a mist forms on the Arno and the river itself seems to rise and shroud the city's graceful bridges. Embraced by Florence's serene beauty and calm it is difficult to comprehend the actions of soccer hooligans in Cagliari and Milan. Or the rampage of basketball fans that left seven dead in Detroit last week.
July 12, 1989 |
The Italian automaker Fiat is now in the same league as Nissan of Japan, academically speaking. It has pledged $1.1 million to keep Italian studies alive at Oxford University, officials say. Since 1979, Nissan has funded the chair in modern Japanese studies at Britain's oldest university, which has been hurt by cuts in government grants.
January 13, 1990
After reading the article (Jan. 4) which told about the offer of $60 million and a new stadium to Al Davis and his Raiders (which incidentally seems to me to be an appropriate name), I was all set just to write "Let Al Davis go to Sacramento, Oakland or wherever so that we can keep our Coliseum as is.
June 13, 1990 |
No, you dumb American, the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel was not painted by Michael Landon. No, you dumb American, you do not wish to order a peanut butter-and-gelato sandwich. No, you dumb American, soccer fans do not get up from their seats to take a 70th-minute stretch. Even for someone of Italian descent, there is much to learn, much to learn. Hey, I can't help it if I thought Maradona was a blonde woman singer on tour. I'm new around here.
June 28, 1990 |
Monzialismo Ti Uccide . An Italian graffiti artist spray-painted that cry for help on several stone walls in Florence. It means, "The World Cup Is Killing Me." Americans would advise him to call 911, but telephones are among the utilities taken for granted at home that cannot always be counted on in Italy. Electricity and water are others. One Saturday afternoon in Florence, a rumor spread that the water would be cut off for 24 hours beginning at midnight.