Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Conversation With A Cab Driver


Riding in a yellow cab on the way to an appointment,
the driver talked knowledgeably about Italy being
ruled by the Moors back when.
Thinking Shawiak was a German name when in fact it's
Polish-Ukranian.
Saying he thought it was German because of the w -
seeming like it was a double u instead.
A very nice gentleman from New York focused on
nationalities of all types to keep his mind moving and
informational.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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Actually, I'm Sicilian.

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