By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
This past weekend we traveled to Dayton, Ohio. My daughter was participating in a law school safari for admitted students. This tour de force at the law school was enhanced by the fact that we would be staying with a beloved aunt.
We set out on a sunny Friday mid-morning to journey to the Land of the Buckeyes. This was the last weekend of Spring Break, which meant we needed to drop off my daughter’s roadster and Harvey the Fish with my brother and sister-in-law en route to Dayton. After a quick-lunch of zuppa di minestrone, Italian bread, and a chocolate-covered shortbread cookie with an IU seal on it, we headed east. The trip clocked in around five hours total from our domicile in northern Indiana. Our conversation was filled with the pros and cons of the other two law schools we had visited over the past several weeks, college graduation in less than two months, and my niece’s pending June wedding. Before one could say “graduate school”, we were pulling into Zia Agnesi’s driveway [Zia means “aunt” in Italian], in front of her well-appointed house.
Zia has always been mad about Persian cats, and she certainly has had show-stopping ones over the years. Her two current Persians, DeLora and Molly proved no exception. DeLora is a stunning Smokey Tortoise Persian; Molly is a blue-eyed Himalayan Persian. I remember years ago when Zia had two blue-eyed white Angora Persians named Mitzi and Muffin. After interacting with DeLora and Molly, I thought our own Fellini and Coco Chanel seemed to possess more pointed, fox-like noses compared with the pushed in noses of their high-falutin’ Persian cousins.
An evening full of conversation, a delicious dinner of tuna fish and noodles and mushroom casserole, and Waldorf salad washed down with vino bianco, we retired late night. Tomorrow at the law school promised to be a busy day.
Ciao for now.