DD,
Cherubic? Thanks, I find that sentiment charming.
However, I grew up in New Yorks equivalent of The East End,
called Hells Kitchen, Then by accident of parental selection,
the only one in the hood with a unique name.
Defending the family honor was both sport and past time,
hence the look.
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On another note, cute and nice may not reflect Americans in general,
but we sure do change our schtick, some 3 times a day.
Now Dear Readers, you may think I have some wonderful Father who took
all these great pictures out of some sense of paternity.
This assuredly is not the case.
Nope, they are all commercial shots, I was a childhood star, no thats not it,
famous early sixties print model, nope that ain't it either.
Oh yeah, indentured servant.
The shot above with the bread was captioned "you don't have to be Jewish to eat Levy's
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