A good friend of mine, Joe, was born in Italy and came to America in 1985 when he was in his early 20s. We met around 1992 when he was an alibi witness for another Italian-born pizza worker, whom I was representing in a bizarre criminal case. At the time Joe was just buying his own shop, I became a frequent customer, and we got to be good friends.

Anyhow, Joe had a young worker, a few years ago, who couldn't speak English and they would speak to him in Italian. One wintry day this young man slipped in the parking lot and let loose with a litany of profanity in English that would make a dock worker proud.