IT STARTED WITH A DI LALLO BURGER FEST...

at our home last night and then Julie’s blog this morning…

Julie emailed me wondering if I still lived in Montreal and had not moved to California would I be working at Di Lallo Burgers…

I’ve pondered this thing all day…

My uncle Louis had six sons and I could not have become a partner in his Di Lallo Burger gold mine empire…I like to call my own shots...

I may have gone to Loyola University, run by Jesuits, become a priest…they are the order that ‘ran’ the Inquisition and that sounds right up my alley…upon reaching high rank I may have gotten rid of French women…sent them back to France...

Or I may have taken my Dad’s lowly Mafia job and become a real Mafia guy running a gambling casino.

I may have found a lovely Indian princess, an Indian chief’s daughter, become blood brothers with the chief and gone on to become a professional wrestler with a loin cloth and feathers. I can just imagine entering the ring with my little papooses in a row, my Indian brave sons whooping away and dancing with their little axes and spears and my lovely fiancé beating on her tom-tom…

Would have been the good life!

But I know with my entrepreneurial talents I would have taken my show on the road to Las Vegas, then to Indian casinos in California, where I would meet Mom’s sister Kathy, then been introduced to Mom, given my Indian family a few mil to travel back to Canada, married Mom, had five daughters and eight grandchildren and lived happily ever after…

until the Di Lallo Burger Fest last night!