Jacopo! Un' insalata, subito!
Jacopo works in the Subway across from the theater. Two nights in a row, I've gotten dinner there before going inside. I told him how beautiful the theater is and he complained that ordinary Daytonians can't afford to see a show there. He loves opera, appropriately for one born in Naples. He discovered his current favorite soprano when he found one of her recordings in a garbage can.
posted by Mark Stivers @ 8:05 PM
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Hey, but if you're a guy named Jacopo from Naples and you're in Dayton (and you've been in Dayton long enough to have opinions about the class system of the greater Dayton area) and you work in a Subway, and a tall greyhaired uncomfortable-lookin' asian-type guy bristling with technology (and perhaps wearing one of those new "Blogger on Board" beanies) comes through the door, you are going to unveigh, you are going to feel the twisting wrench of your ubergeist as it leaps through your being to span the void, to fill the trench between yourself and at least one of the last five thousand beings that have walked through that door.
Or, being in retail, he could be a people person. He could spend the few intellectual minutes he has free during his workday crafting serial connections for reaching out to his sandwich-craving proletariat. Perhaps to the next person, he's Dan the guy who has an older brother in Iraq and he's taking care of his camper and his gun collection while he's away, or, he's Leslie the failed actor who is hiding from the Argentinian police because of his childhood role in the Rio street theatre scene of '82.
Perhaps if he knew (if he was confronted with this particular lengthly post) that we were speculating to this depth, he'd be forced, no, able to free himself enough to admit the truth - that he's NOT from Napels, but actually from Avellino, which might still be in Campania, but is, IN FACT nowhere NEAR Naples!
- hey, the monkey was installed today and I'm not myself.
-sno
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