They've moved on too, from the mirror of my car, to the road map of my past. There, like a signpost, they point to paradise once visited, on the journey to here and now. I may as well tell you, her name was Josephine. She was Italian. She had jet black beautiful hair, gorgeous big brown eyes and what a smile.
All Italian women have a reputation of a terrible temper.
Always calm, but in control. Only a few times in my life did I see her become very angry. One occasion her display of anger ended in hysterical laughter. My father owned a hunting and fishing retail shop. As the shop's business decreased, due to the large wholesale stores moving into the area, my mother would work at the shop.