Caught Up In the Shouting and Protests

What a happy day it was. Little did we suspect that we would get caught up in a protest that day. With my daughter. With my Mama and Daddy. With my husband, an attorney in the Air Force (JAG).

Mama and Daddy came to visit us in Italy, where Keith served for three glorious years at Aviano Air Base, just north of Venice. We lived in a centuries-old small town, named Dardago, from 1984 to 1987.

Marveling at the beauty of Duomo di Milano, one of the largest cathedrals in Italy and Europe, we walked to the nearby shopping mall, Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II.

“Did you know that this shopping area is one of the oldest shopping malls in the world?”

“Let’s stop for some pasta and sit outside the restaurant and enjoy the people.”

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