The Swedish Story for Today, Molta Bene

i just have such weird memories jack walking up and down all these shady lanes near the high school where my uncle lived. And listening to these swedes with his thick swedish accent, and talking swedish when they wanted to make jokes i couldn't understand. My poor mother, who was welsh, you know, davis, my grandfather was a hundred % welsh and irish, she was as well,. She thought they were such peculiar folk. Liked them, but she thought, wall they're so clannish, and they're so all the talk about is hard work. Then when she had my brother and i, i weighed eight and a half pounds,