Ooops, you were lucky you didn't get hit over the head in Brooklyn at Coney Island in the 80's.
Well now, I was with a son of
Italia, who once he understood I was deaf, made it plain and clear my "protection" was his utmost concern and care.
Good man, Amadeo; probably wouldn't fit on the sparkling husband primitive's payroll.
New Yorkers are actually really nice people, they have a gruff exterior because they have to, but inside most of them are really good people.
Yes, they are, and I'm fully aware my opinion of them is a minority opinion.
I have the same opinion of the allegedly standoffish English, the surly and silent Scots, the arrogant Frenchmen, the dark suspicious superstitious workers and peasants of the socialist utopias.
On the whole, I've always enjoyed affectionate relations with people, other than the primitives.
I suspect it's a combination of two things, the way I "come off" to people--the deaf part, and the manners and style of the innocent and naive youngest brother. I don't necessarily like being seen this way, but it's inevitable, and as it's inevitable, one might as well make what he can with it.