"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental..."
In the 1950's sense of "continental" meaning foreign in a romantic way, Uncle Lawrence was as close to continental as one got in our town. But, I didn't get it. I didn't realize those shiny suits were Italian style. I thought he just didn't have very good taste. I remember vividly when he showed up wearing the first pair of wrap-around sunglasses I'd ever seen. Déclassé! After having lived in a partially-completed house that never got beyond tar-paper siding, he built a monumental A-frame and poured its terrazzo floors himself. Terrazzo, sperrazzo! And, there was the Citroen. Evidently, one of the first imported into Washington state. Gads!
Need I say, it all makes sense now?
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