This is my Uncle Johnny. Or as he likes to have himself called Don Juan. He cut an impressive figure that night when the family all had dinner out on the beach. (Uncle Johnny, the godfather, the family??? For crying out loud. Now it sounds like I'm gonna say that Paulie whacked Sol's kid or somethin. What am I saying? Fuggedouboudit.)
Tout casse, tout passe, tout lasse, excepté le souvenir.Everything breaks, everything passes, everything wearies, except the memory.