I presume my mother or father took this photo of a budding Napolitano baby priest in the family on our spacious Napolitano terrace in Napoli in 1954. Even then I was clairvoyant (btw, my mother called me a Napolitanaccio, not a flattering descriptive!):
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If that means getting rid of the Glory and Praise hymnals, I will volunteer to transport them to the nearest bonfire.
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