In Manhattan, we have a friend named Cucch. That's not his real name, just what everyone calls him. He's a big-talking, wise-cracking, hard-working Italian from Boston with a thick accent. And one of our dear friends. He always has a good story to tell, and his most recent email was no exception.
He sent a recent news article about his uncle, The Cheeseman, who owns a cheese shop, and is also the supposed mob boss of Boston. People who know people like this are priceless. Not something you see everyday. Unless you live in New York City. Where things like this are pretty normal. Virtually everyone is a transplant from somewhere, which makes for great storytelling. Love that about the city. Take a few million people from all over, pile them on top of each other on a tiny island, shake it all up, and you'll end up with some of the most amazing life stories you've ever heard.
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I love cheese, and I love characters. :)
Who is this guy? How do you pronounce his name??
Co-worker at DB. Name is pronounced 'koowch'.
I love the funny people of NYC too. They add great spice to life.
I love that about NYC to. And, you always end up talking with people that you may not any other place. The last time I was in NY I got on an overcrowded train and this guy next to me had his briefcase hanging out the closed subway doors. The two of us had to work together to get the doors open so that he didn't loose his brief case. We were friends by the end of the train ride. I don't know why people sometime say New Yorker aren't friendly because although you meet the odd grumpy taxi driver here and there, I've met the nicest people in NYC.. my favorite city ever.
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