A bunch of school friends and I took a trip in a big van to Italy. We were trundling up a long, rain-slick street, the bus motor laboring with the weight of us occupants. I was admiring the beauty of the street side cafés and the ease of the people who dined there or grabbed a leisurely drink. I admired the countryside that could be seen from our vantage point, now near the top of the hill that we had been climbing. I mentioned to the others that Italy was very pretty and that I had heard that Shaquille O’Neil was going to move there in retirement and we all acknowledged that it would be a great move because it was only four hours away from home. I thought to myself that I very well might do the same.
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