Party…Party…Fiesta…Forever

Yes, there are Italians in Federal Hill, with good food and festivals. Yet when they lack something—like, say, drunk men in costume running across an axle-greased telephone pole above the ocean in order to win glory by grabbing a flag–then I’m forced to travel up to Massachusetts for my fix.  I don’t expect many Rhode […]

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