Ninety years of living encased in an Italian gentleman
named Russ.
Quiet, temperamental, a family man full of love and
generosity.
Dancing, light on his feet, enjoying rhythmical beats
of music with a smile on his face as he holds his wife
closely.
Friends abound, wishing Russ all the best in life as
everyone celebrates his ninetieth birthday with him.
A patient, kind man with the whole world at his feet.
Wishing Russ all the luck of the Italians on his
birthday.
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