I happen to be 100% Italian.
Here’s an old Italian joke that I like. My fellow Pizons will appreciate it. 
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An old Italian man lived alone in upstate New York. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Vinnie,
I’m pretty upset. It looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. The ground is just too hard. I know if you were here you would dig it for me. Oh well. Maybe in the future.
Love,
Papa
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A few days later he received a letter from his son.
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Dear Pop,
Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried.
Love,
Vinnie
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At 4 am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
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Dear Pop,
You should be able to plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Vinnie
Dear POP. I can’t wait to Taste the sauce
You were not born in Italy, were you? Were actually your parents born there?
An Italian
Davide
PS Is there any other Italian 100% following this blog I would love to connect, for what I know nobody knows you in Italy too bad
Third generation. Grandparents on both sides born in Italy.
Great lesson in creative problem solving. Sometimes you’ve gotta think outside the box.
Such a clever son!
Gave me a good laugh this mornin, Frank. Have a nice break.